Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-10-07

slender arm was passed round his
neck. Having awaited only that. he
began to wade cautiously shorewards.
the distance lessened perceptibly, but
he contemplated the decreasing inter.
val without joy. for all that she was
Of an appreciate weight. For all bur
dens there are compensations.
Unconsciously, inevitably, her head
sank toward his shoulder; he was
aware of her breath, fragrant and
warm, upon his cheek. He
stopped abruptly, cold chills running
up and down his back; he gritted his
teeth; he shuddered perceptibly.
What is the matter?" she de.
manded, deeply concerned, but at
pains not to stir.
Maitland made strange noise with
his tongue behind clenched teeth
"Urrrrgh," he said distinctly.
She lifted her head, startled; relief
followed, intense and instantaneous.
I'm sorry" he muttered, humbly
face afame. "but you tickled"
'T'm-so-sorry! she gasped. vio
lently agitated. and laughed low,
almost a silent, little laugh, as with
deft fingers she tucked away the err
rant lock of hair.
Asst" Maitland told himself, fierce
ly, striding forward.
In another moment they were on dry
land. The girl slipped from his arms
and faced him, eyes dancing. cheeks
crimson, lips a tense, quivering, scar
let line. He met this with rueful
smile.
"But-thank you-but," she gasped,
explosively, at was so funny!"
Wounded dignity melted before her
laughter. For a time, there in the
moonlight, under the scornful regard
Of the disabled motor cars twin head.
lights, these two rocked and shrieked.
while the silent night flung back dis
dainful echoes of their mad laughter.
Perhaps the insane incoRgruity of
their performance first became ap-
parent to the girl; she, at all events.
was the first to control herself. Matt
land subsidized, rumbling, while she
dabbed at her eyes with wisp of lace
and linen.
Forgive me-" she said, family. at
length; II didn't mean to-"
How could you help it? Who'd ex-
pect hulking brute like myself to be
ticklish?"
you are awfully good" she coun-
tered mora calmly
Don't say that I'm clumsy lout
But" He held her gaze inquiringly.
"But may ask"
ooh, of course-certainly; am
was-bound for Greenpoint-on-the
Sound"
"Ten miles!" he interrupted.
The corners of her red lips dropped;
her brows puckered with dismay. In.
stinctively she glanced toward the
water-bound car.
What am to do?" she cried Ten
miles! could never walk It,
never in the world! You see, went
to town to-day to do little shopping
As we were coming home the chauf-
feur was arrested for careless driving.
He had bumped . delivery wagon over
lit wasn't really his fault. telephoned
home for somebody to bail him out,
and my father said he would come in.
Then l dined, returned to the police
station and waited. Nobody came.
couldn't stay there all night. I
'phoned to everybody knew, until my
money gave out; no one was in town.
At last, in desperation, started home
alone"
Maitland nodded his comprehension.
Your father" he limited delicately.
Judge Wentworth" she explained,
hastily. We've taken the Grover place
at Greenpoint for the season"
II ee"-thoughtfully And this was
the girl who he had believed had been
in his rooms that evening, in his alb.