Smyrna times., 1906-10-31

ically Wag5lng MS IOreuuSeI ut the
two figures in the hammock. Just |
YOU girls wait until the inevitable man |
shows up and see where your friend
ship will be. POufl Bling! Up in |
smoke"
"There have been mem began
irene loftily.
81 said the inevitable man." protest
ed Jolly-'the man, the right and only
one. know there have been; wasn't
l one of them last year? But, honest,
it will do me world of good to see
the right one come along and have
both of you girls fall in love with him
your tastes are so similar, you know"
He lodged the cushion that whizzed
from the hammock in his direction
dexterously. And then see the tumble
in girl loyalty. You won't speak to
each other, and every time the other
one goes by with the inevitable man
the one that's frozen out will say,
Cat"
"Jolly, there is a limit, you know,
even TO your imagination" Dorothy
Arnold rose from the hammock and
stood a moment, her arms appraised as
she fastened in some refractory hair
pins. They were pretty arms. plump,
| tanned and bare to the elbows. So
was their owner pretty-the very pref
test girl at Northern Lights except
one, and that one her closest friend.
| Irene Nethersby.
1t was nearly a month since the two
girls had come to the inn at Northern
Lights to spend their summer vacation.
The Lights" was. not a fashionable
resort, strictly speaking; its guests and
their doings were not chronicled in the
Sunday papers, but to those who knew
and loved it it had beauties far be-
yond Newport or Atlantic City. Perch
ed high on the pine crested bluff over
looking the sea was the inn. Winding
woodland paths led to it from the
shore, and back in the hills We're trout
brooks and deep glens. Long before
the inn and it's satellite cottages had
been there the lighthouse had held its
own upon the rocks of the bluff, and 1t
was the light from it's lamps which
had given the north point of Shelter
island its name. Northern Lights.
1t was an odd summer crowd that
filled the inn-students resting, stu
dents studying, people in search Of
peace above all-and yet about these
steady guests, who came year in and
year out, there played perpetually the
transient. merry summer butterflies,
who came and went with the weekly
steamer.
Jolly Allan was a permanent fixture.
AS son of the owner of Northern
Lights at large lie occupied q privileged
position. But even with Dorothy's dark
eyes gazing at him in naughty dlsap-
prevail he did not retract one word.
"Just wait" he said Last year he
; didn't come. but he will this time"
) Arm in arm the two girls walked
7. leisureiy down one of the cliff paths
that led to the boat landing. Boil
were tall. both slender and golden hair
ed as sisters, but Dorothy's eyes were
dark and grave. and Irene's were blue
. as the bluebells that grew in the rocE
crannies at her feet They were cous
ins and college mates as well. Every
year only drew them nearer togethe
: and made their friendship more sure
j and with all their little love affair
there had never been a shadow o
3 rivalry.
J, Halfway down the bluff the pat
5, made turn. and a rustic bench ha
s, been built there. Kneeling ON 1t, tn
|. girls leaned their elbows on the bac
. and watched the White Queen steaI
smoothly to the dock and disembar
her usual quota of city deserters.
1t was sunset, and the sea lay siler
and rippleless, stained crimson an
purple from the suns rays. Most {
the passengers were taking the mai
road up to the inn. Only one figui
came toward them, a figure in gra
flannel, and as he came he whistles
The girls watched him idly, disinte
estedly, without moving from their p
"a sition. Men were common at Il
by Lights" even men in gray fiannels WI
on whistled. But as he came up the pa
- and faced them at the turn they res
raj lied that this man was different.
ers wasn't anything special about him.
he was merely strapping, healthy youn
Is ster, clear eyed, clean shaven, with Ii
at ready to whistle or smile and brow
lee hair that waved above his tanned fol-
head-but 1t was the quick, frankly 9
en- tonished look in his eyes that disarm
them as he glanced from one face
;. the other, a look that spoke volume
E. but volumes with double dedication
D. as this the right way to the innT
asked
r. Dorothy did not answer. After til
first look In the strangers eyes S
the had looked out at the crimson 81
' s1 Of Irene flushed slowly and pointed
an the path.
. sac- ut is up there where the gray tow
/ of are" she said, and he lifted his gr
l ne travelling cap and went on, but he I
by not whistle
lllSn For few minutes neither girl spo
Ince Then Irene sighed half to herself, q