Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-11-25

1t began in a certain seaside city dis
tinguished by the length of Its seductive
and even popular boardwalk
She was a guest Of big hotel; he was
a member of the life guard. She was from
Boston and an imposing aunt was with her;
he was from no one knew where and most
Enthusiastically alone.
She was a gentle, wholesome girl who ac-
cepted the gayeties of the place with sweet
tempered Indifference. After a while these
palled upon her and she fell into the habit
of slipping away from the hotel and spend
ing long hours by the sea, in the late after
noon, when the beach was comparatively
deserted. Under the pier her hands clasp
ing her knees, her white frock cool against
the weather-beaten wood, she sat and
dreamed and into her dream was gradu-
ally woven the haunting picture of a tall,
well-built fellow, who paced the beach with
an easy, swinging stride, or with bend of
his powerful shoulders, pushed out the cat
amaran and swung up and down on the
crest of the waves. Was it only her imagi-
nation? Where had she seen him? After
awhile she fell to watching for him in the
mornings, at the bathing hour, when the
lifGbodts stretched a white, protecting line,
hey ond the breakers.
Then the foreordained, the inevitable
thing happened. They met.
Just little too far. a few strokes too
many, and suddenly the waves that had
been tumblng, frolicking playfellOws, tow
cred into threatening foes. Sire tried to
swim back-gasped-trieda gatn-and with
faint little cry went under just as strong
frm arms closed tightly about her. 1t was
all over I'm an Instant. Her friends crowded
anXiPusly al CUnd her and he slipped quiet
~ away.
That afternoon a. he lay stretched lazily
on the beach, his hands clasped under his
head. a girl. all-slim-pretry-he bright
hair blowing-came toward him with
charming little gesture of recognition,
He rose hastily to his feet and pulled off
his cap, q trifie more color in his handsome,
surbumed face
- ,;hy lid you leave before I could thank
you she demanded. Then In the same
breath-'T am Madge Elliott. You are
The ring of business In her voice, in deep
contrast to the alluring face under the
wide- brimmed, loose-woven hat, struck him
as delightfully."- amusing. but he was young
and proud and could not at once shake off
the irritating consciousness of the bonds
that cha fed him.
II am hut Gle OF the life guard and de-
lighted to have been of some small service
to Miss Elliott" he answered shortly.
She WINGED and a delicate flush spread
over her face.
Il beg your pardon he said quickly and
his own cheeks redeemed. I am Wilson
Burrows" he went on, presenting hlmseI
cap in hand, and them beg your par
don" he added again contriteiy.
For what? Pulling me out of the wa
ter?" asked the girl, smiling.
His eyes were still fastened on the girls
bushes. "Of course not Just now. For
being"
What, then?"
For being such al beg your pardon
COMPOUNDED idiot"
II suppose you cannot help it." The girl
bit her lip, then she began 10 laugh. Such
a clear gay little laugh. To his surprise he
found he did not resent it. although, plainly,
she was laughing at him. So presently he
laughed, too.
She moved forward and held out her hands
Impulsively The smile faded from her lips.
Il don't know how to tell you-about this
morning" she said, unsteady.
Please do not try"
But wish to"-her voice was very low
II do thank you, Mr.. Burrows" She
looked up quickly. Burrows-Wilson Bur-
rows. Then it had not been her imagina-
ton.
You are Burrows of the Yale team" she
cried. delightedly. You played at the