Windham County reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1901-1906, 1903-08-21
RAyMoND's TIP.
BY John Gregory. Copyright 1901.
by S. A. Richardson.

to the beach.
"She dropped her handkerchief thi
morning near the dining room door
and when called her attention to tn
fact she merely said, Thank you,' ant
hurried on before l had chance t
say another word" This in an in
jured tone from Miss Berger, who wa
sorting embroidery silks.
"You should be grateful that sh,
even thanked you." Dan Marlove re
piled idly.
meet any one"
Imagine summer girl who despises
men, murmured Dan.
Perhaps she wants to bury herself
from the world and nurse bruised
and tortured heart" suggested Miss
Allen, who was tall, angular and tailor
made in carriage and dress.
Perhaps she has a past she wants
to forget" suggested Miss Grayson, a
bit maliciously. Walter Raymond hard
ly heard the gossip. He was back in
the city. The sharp clang of the ele-
waited trains rose above the laughter
and murmur of voices on the porch.
He was thinking of the girl who morn
ing after morning had boarded the
same train with him at One Hundred
and Sixth street. He remembered how
he had learned to watch for her, to
study her little tricks of catching up
vagrant locks Of hair, of holding her
skirt and swinging her purse. He re-
membered how disappointed he had
been on several occasions when he had
missed that train. She never missed
it. Then he pushed back his hat. The
figure was disappearing beyond the
line Of gray rocks leading to the cove.
He wondered II, after ALL it was not
fate.
Pretty Bessie Kavanagh was not
man Halter on general principles; nei-
Their was she recovering from the after
effects of heart tragedy. She was
simply exhausted by ten months of I'M
RENTING, exacting service as private
secretary to a prominent insurance
man, who was more dependent than
he cared to admit upon his capable
stenographer.
Three days before, when the train
had-rounded Pigeon Cove, Bessie Kav-
anagh had given gasp of delight and
had felt wild desire to stretch her
arms out to the waves beating in sui
len solitude ON the curving beach.
think of it! Three long, beautiful
weeks with that magnificent SEAL oh.
know it will sing me to sleep tonight"
The hostess Of Sea Cliff cottage fol-
lowed the new arrival to her room in
the a." She was tired, busy soul,
and somehow she had liked the brief,
businesslike letters Miss kavanagh
had written.
II hope you'll be comfortable, Miss
Kavanagh. and have good nights
rest. There's sailing party starting
out early tomorrow morning, and
''Thank you. but I'm wvetched sail
or. 1 think I'll be perfectly satisfied
with the beach"
"Well, you'll get acquainted after a
bit. There's some real nice young peo-
pie here this year"
Miss Kavanagh hesitated a minute.
then with a winning smile replied:
"Thank you again, but I'll consider it
a great favor, Mrs. Brown, if you don't
introduce me to the other boarders.
What need Is to be alone-away from
people-if am to go back to my work
rested. You won't think me ungra-
tious, will you? But, really, If once l
meet them, you know, I'll be drawn in
to the SWIM"
Tired little Mrs. Brown left the room /
feeling half dazed. Here was new |
boarder who was satisfied with just I
the sea. She gave strict orders that no
one was to share with Miss Kavanagh .
the small, round table in the bay win
dow of the dining room, and the girl
who wanted to be let alone was quite
content until she caught Walter Ray
mond gravely regarding her from the
farther end of the long dining room.
Where had she seen that face before?
Oh, yes, and she almost smiled as
she remembered. 1t was the morning
she lost her purse. He had followed
her to the platform with the trife of
leather and silver mountings. He had
missed the train, too, and had been
obliged to wait for the next one-all
for her purse.
Then she bent her head to catch the
roar of the ocean and forgot Raymond
and his courtesy.
The days rolled on happily, peace
fully, for Bessie Kavanagh. For Wal
ter Raymond it was feverish process
zion of hours that brought him ever
nearer to the end of his vacation, with
no prospect of meeting Miss Kava-
lagh. He scorned the ordinary means
If making a seaside acquaintance.
rhe landlady had told him quietly, but
irmly, that Miss Kavanagh did not
,are to be introduced to any one. He
vas beginning to feel that, after all,
t was not fate when the telegram ]
appeared.
Not that it was the first telegram
Miss Kavanagh had received. Her
had been obliged to consult
Ter by wire on an average of once a I
lay ever since her arrival.
Raymond was smoking on the shady
ide of the porch. The messenger toss
d him the yellow envelope, saying:
"Answer-an' tell her to be quick. I
rot another message here for the Bur- q
on cottage"
Raymond's feet came down from the a
ailing to the porch with bang. The 7
ottage was wonderfully quiet. He l
nally found Mrs. Brown in the kitch- q