Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-02-05

be made to pay for this dash into the
realms of romance.
She was still regarding him with I'M
certainty when a light step sounded in
the hall, and at Miss Remson's call of
'Millicent'' the girl of the ferry trip
entered the room.
There could be no mistake, and
Cranston could only spring to his feet
and regard her In open mouthed aston
ment, which made him look remark
ably foolish.
This is Mr.. Cranston, who found the
locket," explained Miss Remson. my
niece, Millicent," she added In explana-
ton to Cranston. Miss button is
doubly under obligations to you," she
added, "since she was wearing the
locket when it was lost"
ST thought it was yours" declared
Cranston, finding his tongue at last. Il
ran after you and searched the crowd,
but you seemed to have vanished into
thin air."
ST missed it and went back on the
boat to look for it," she explained. ut
was Jill . lOChtl, LII OISlGI Dclle
ley would have forgiven me IL it had
been lost. She didn't know l was
wearing it."
II am very glad I found it." MUIR
INJURED Cranston, and there was a
world of meaning in his tones.
"Mr. Cranston refuses to let me pay
the cost of the advertising or to ac-
cept any recompense for his lost time"
interrupted Miss Remson. 81 don't
know what to do"
81 do" cried the girl gayly. "Since
he scorns filthy lucre he shall have tea
instead. It's tea time, auntie, and l
need a cup after all that shopping for
Belle. I've walked miles and miles
through the stores. 1t must be terrible
to be married and have to shop for
babies who need such a multitude of
things"
And as she spoke she laid aside her
hat and rang the bell for the servant.
Cranston detested tea at any time, but
most of all In the afternoon, yet he
drank two cups very slowly, that it
might last the longer.
At last even the excuse of tea was
exhausted, and reluctantly he rose to
leave. Vainly he had sought to learn
of some common friend who might
vouch for him, but he had not succeed
ed, and with laggard steps he turned
toward the door. Miss Remson's voice
arrested his movement.
1--WE been wondering IL you can be
of the C%ressville C~ranstons," she
said inquiringly.
From the very center of C~ressville."
he assented jubilantly. 81 am the son
of Arbaugh Cranston."
"How stranger commented the old
lady beamingly. II spent a part of
the summer in Cressville and had a
delightful time. l know your mother
very well. You must drop in some
evening and get better acquainted"
Cranston looked into the girls eyes
and found there a confirmation Of the
invitation. 81 shall be glad to-" he
said eagerly. I-er-shall-be at iibsr-
ty tomorrow evening. If-that's-er"-
1--WE shall be delighted to see you"
declared Millicent, taking pity on his
confusion.
Her slim, firm hand lay in his for an
instant, and her somehow Cranston
found himself on the street again.
From his pockets he fished a number
of colored slips, the receipts from the
newspapers for the advertisement.
Slowly he tore them across and let
them futter to the ground.
"And to think Miss Remson wanted
to- repay me-" he commented-"repay
me for advertising for an angel! l
knew she couldn't be married." he
added ~contentedly, 'but she's going to
be-to me-"