Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-01-01
Handed Belinda, whats the debtors

fAoiiueu Dc1iiud. AHdlS tue ueDlOT y
name?'
My names Hazard Bellington
Forbes Hazard. Never heard of me,
did your.
We'll, | once read a short article
about you" acknowledged Belinda. her
eyes swapping with delight. That's
ga awfully long name of yours,
though she continued. What do
your friends call you when they are
in a hurryg"
Just B." he Informed her, and
Belinda actually giggled.
Two hours later the tao were back
on the hotel piazza, and Belinda had
not mentioned the letter. >The next
day and every day thereafter found
the three companions taking long
walks, and Belinda real'Ad that she
was doing very little reading, while
Hazard left his canvas in a most un-
finished condition.
The season at Cedarvale was al
most at In end, and the trees in the
orchard were laden with gorgeous red
fruit. Patsy was chasing birds, while
Belinda was curled up at the foot of
a fayorite tree, and Hazard was be
side her. This morning there seemed
to be long, unaccountable pauses in
the conversation, and for some reason
Belinda felt a premonition of what
was forthcoming.
did you ever read what people
thought about your" asked Belinda.
"Yes, l read a short article about
myself one written by one of my
dearest friends, Buzz Murray" he ac-
knowledged. but l must say in de-
Tense of my friend that 1t was never
intended for my eyes,"
"Do you mean MI. B. Y. Murray
Mrs. Alston's friend?" inquired Be
linda.
THAT'S the man. We nieknamed
him Buzz at college," Then. fumbling
In his pockets, Hazard produced a
well worn letter. "Here's the article
he announced as he handed her an en-
velope addressed to himself.
Belinda read aloud:
My Dear Miss Bowers-I hear you are
In Cedarville. and l wish you would send
a card to my old friend Hazard. His
people have a cottage there. He's the
dearest old slob in the world. There Is
only one thing against him-insanity has
developed in him, taking the form of
painting. but it is a harmless type. His
other endearing qualities will quite out
weigh this. however. and 1 fancy you two
would find each other most congenial
Sincerely yours, B. z. MURRAY.
"But this letter was intended for
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give it to me?"
For the same reason that you die
not return the one intended for me-
announced Hazard. "Of course, Buzz
got his envelopes mixed, but l for one
am willing to forgive him."
But
"And l want you to forgive him, too,
Belinda" interrupted Hazard as he
looked long into her eyes. "These
past few weeks have been heaven on
earth to me, and-and may | hope
just a little hope-that you, too. have
been happy?"
Patsy rushed around the tree, bark
ing and dancing on his tiny feet.
AT least Patsy is happy" parted
DeliHuu.
Bellington picked the terrier up in
his arms and held him tightly for a
moment. But Patsy saw a stray cat
and was anxious to be off again.
"What did my letter say of your
asked Hazard.
"Oh, some awfully silly things" an
swered Belinda.
"Well, may I hope, B~elinda-here un-
der the old apple tree that has lent us
its friendly shade all these happy
weeks-may | have my answer here
and now?"
ANSWER to what?" she almost whis
pered.
"Will you be my wife, BellndaT' he
murmured as he drew her closely to
him. And, lingering in his embrace
she gave her answer