Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1908-09-11

He Just orders the others around. Al
the hotel where Bess lives the chef
does not cook at all. He would feel in
suited If you were TO ask him to-.
"Bess live in a hotel?" asked Tim in
surprise. Il should think that would
cost a lot of money. Bill Pratt stopped
at a hotel. and they charged him a
dollar and a half a day. and they never
fed him for that"
"Bess and Dick have six rooms in an
apartment hotel" explained Matte.
They pay $500 a year just for six
rooms"
Tim whis.led. You could build a
house for that.' be cried.
mot In the city" she reminded.
"Land costs too much. They have to
build houses high to get the value of
the land. although. of course. there are
a lot of private houses. Most persons
prefer the apartments"
81 suppose that even the Center
seems a pretty small place now" sug-
gested Tim, upon whom a gloom had
settled.
Not q bit of it." declared Matte
brightly. ITS more like home than
New York was. and I'm just crazy to
see Gardenvale."
Tim touched up the team.
wei be there pretty soon." he said
as he pointed to the hill ahead. Once
up there they should come in sight of
the town nesting In the valley on the
other side of the divide.
1t was a tedious climb, but presently
it was accomplished. and a short drive
brought them to the brow of the hill
on the other side. Matte gave a little
cry of delight as the road broke
through the trees.
A tiny river wound its way past the
town. a huddle Of frame buildings
along the struggling main street, with
a half dozen back streets sparsely set
tied. The snow covered roofs cleaned
white in the winter sun, and the spirals
of smoke from the chimneys intensified
the Wilderness of the snow. Matte laid
her hand upon Tins. holding the reins.
II want to get a good look a mo-
ment," she explained. "All the time l
was away | could shut my eyes and
see the town, but it wasn't real like
this is.'
whats the use of shutting your
eyes and seeing a make believe Gar
denvale when you could open them and
see real thirty story buildings? de-
manded Tim practically. "Mebbe the
town is a sort of contrast. but l sup
posed that you would come back and
make fun Of our town and the people.
What'n you do when you go back to
New York to live?"
But I'm not going back" she de-
clared stoutly. Il know what you
mean." she added dehantly. "Bess
wanted to marry me to a young man
down there. She wanted to dazzle me
with the town, and then she thought
I'd be glad to marry to stay there. but
l didn't"
"Why not?" asked Tim breathiessly.
II was almost ashamed to come over
after you in the hobs after you riding
In automobiles and In the subway and
things like that. and ! didn't suppose
you'd care for that lunch after all the
city truck you'd been eating"
Matte regarded him s~cornfully.
-~saoessGH -o11ths
ly. "She made me contended with my
lot. They live in a real palace with a
hundred servants. and they don't ever
walk up and down stairs. They have
beautiful rooms and costly food. but
It's not like a home. Why. Tim. most
Of the men In New York don't even
have time to love their wives. They're
too busy making money"
Tim cleared his throat and fixed his
gaze upon the distant hills.
"Matie," be said timidly. "I-I've
got a lot of time and-and"- =
And you've been wasting it making
yourself miserable over the thought
that I vas going to come back citified
and tired of old faces and friends" re-
minded Matte. I'm afraid you don't
make very good use of your time,
Tim"
"Tm going to spend the rest of it in
telling you that l love you," said Tim
boldly, and Mates face gave assurance
that the telling would be welcome.