Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1909-01-14

among all 'ner conventional friends
would have used that quaint word
"sunshade?" 1t tickled her fancy.
How do you knowr she asked him
teaslngly.
Because you always carry it," was
Toms candid admission.
THAT'S because haven't any
other" Annette informed him. But 1t
doesn't matter, really. 1t was just
garish cretonne thing
OF these extraordinary specifications
Tom took rapid mental note. The next
day found him securing the rural me-
tropolIs of Greenville for something
that corresponded to Annette's descrip-
tion and to his own visual recollection
of the i'll fated parasol. But nowhere
had such a novelty as n "garish
cretonne sunshade" ever been heard
of.
He told Annette 50 when, weary and
disgusted, he returned to the hotel.
She laughed at him mercilessly.
rs 1t so funny?" he asked her wist-
fully.
"Wel, you are" she enlightened him;
"cretonne Is quite new thing for
parasols to be made of. It's generally
used for covering chairs and cushions
and window boxes and things like
that. So very probably all the shop
keepers over in Greenville thought you
were crazy when you asked them for
cretonne para-sunshade."
"They acted So" was Toms feeling
comment.
A few days later, forearmed with
this wealth of "cretonnic' information,
Tom took his way confidentially up to
town. Annette comforted herself with
the thought that nothing short of very
urgent business had forced him to post
pone even for day their morning pad
die up the creek, which had come to be
for each of them an accepted and an
ticipated pleasure.
On his return, although Tor more like
ly becauseD it was late in the evening
and full moonlight, Tom sought out
Annette in the gay chatting groups on
the hotel veranda and quietly signaled
to her.
"Get something to throw around
you, Annette" he directed "and let's
go down on the beach for a stroll The
moonlight is beautiful on the water"
Annette, her heart fiuttering prophet
ically, acquiesced without n moments
hesitation.
When they had found a sheltered
nook on the lee side of a picturesque
old rock, Tom took off his oyercoat
and spread it for Annette to sit upon.
As he did so long narrow package
dropped on the sand at his feet.
whats thatf' asked Annette sus-
piciously.
Something picked up in town,
Tom chuckled. Want to see it?'
With exasperating deliberation Tom
unrolled the wrappings.
"Of course" answered the truly fem
mime girl, perched on the rock.
There he exclaimed at length, un
furling the treasure. do you like itT
ooh. what a beauty" gasped An
nette. Il never had such al mean
never saw such a lovely one. But
Tom. cretonne would have been al
right"
/ Tom shook his head as one whC
knows whereof he speaks.
mo" he told her boastfully. "Th'
! cretonue ones aren't in the same class
] with this. ! know because I've go
two awfully garish ones of that kin'
/ for you up at the hotel
"Why, Tom Brewster reproved An
nette In astonishment. "Really, l can
accept
/ WHAT" interrupted Tom calmly a
with the slender tip of the parasol
which was all one mass of exquisite
/ filnly flowers, he made marks in tht
4 smooth sand, upon which the moon
/ light shone with uumistakable distinct
ness
Annette, her eyes tracing with fas
cinated wonder the written words. g
/ love you" almost forgot Toms ques
tion.
! Il couldn't accept but one" she sud
/ denly reused herself TO answer
Then accept me, dearest" Ton
/ pleaded, smiling up at her.
AS to what happened then under tn,
{ sheltering "sunshade" even the MAI
in the moon was left TO imagine