The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1910-08-31

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merry laughter died away, but per-
haps none noticed that he was young
and handsome and ought to have been
happy. A girl in the stern, who might
have seen and understood, was not
looking. rS
Chin buried in hand, she read a
newspaper and looked up only oc-
~casionally when popcorn papers or
lunch boxes were thrown over the
side.
Rousing herself at length, h
tossed her paper overheard and raised
a pair of very tender, thoughtful eyes
in a determined effort to appear in
terested in the coast line, just begin
aing to appear.
In the ,rowboat, the young man,
too, was rousing himself. Impatient
~ he noticed the debris left behind
BY the steamer. Taking a frmer grip
on the oars he pulled for an island.
ny Convention school teachers" he
said to himself, going to Plymouth.
Of course they have to see all the
sights, but wouldn't they kick If the
children cluttered up the school yards
like they've just decorated the BAY"
:. Grounding his boat he jumped
'CShore and sat down to do some hard
thinking. At the end of an hour he
had decided that any young mai like
himself who cannot get along with a
father like his might better come on
East; just as he had come-mlght
Better eat humble pie away from
. eyes that knew him-even eyes like
a certain little teacher had-.and
wonld better, judging by the absence
Of the old familiar silver jingle in his
pocket, take any sort of job that any
man who could overlook .inexperience
and college training would give him.
Right there considerations of the lit
tie teacher entered again.
"She was always t%actful, and II
some other people-Oh, pshaw!" he
B.. interrupted himself. whats the use
of thinking about dad? He'll never
realize that I might be a useful mem
Der of society and I'm not likely to go
crawling back begging for a decent
Job in his business. / would go IN
swimming if this water wasn't so
dirty. Between sea weeds and empty
boxes a fellow would have to swim
out a mile to get clear. Hello!
There's a newspaper floating in on
that culch."
, Reaching out with a stick, he poked
the paper towards him. The little
yellow address slip read plainly, "Bax-
tel. Evelyn l.. Bay avenue, Detroit.
Amazed, he carefully spread the
sheet before him.
@The Detroit Call. Well, where did
you come from? Must have been
tossed overheard from that steamer.
By George! How does 1t happen that
her paper is floating round these
parts? Of course it must mean that.
a maid has brought it East on her
way home to Nova Scotia for the
summer" .s
. Meditatively he sat until the trou-
BILE crease left his forehead, and the
present was far behind the future
passing before him-urtil a new idea
came to him. Why not try to see
who brought that paper? Even cross
old Mary, from her home, would have
news. He jumped into the boat and
rewed vigorously to the city.
as there another boat for Ply
mouth soon?" he asked on the wharf.
mo? Well, when does the last n
return"
Eight hours to wait to satisfy his
curiosity and a tiny hope vigorously
growing in his heart. OF course he
couldn't wait. Whoever went down
on that boat might be seasick and re-
turn by train. Again, possibly, no
one went down to Plymouth-the
paper might have come from a steam
er soing to st. John. He must find
out. 1t was a very poor, but i'm
patient, young man who went to Ply
mouth by train, and an interested, OBJ
servant young man that alighted and
"did" Plymouth in a rush unequalled
by any of the visiting crowd of teach
ers, all decorated with their little
State badge.
michigan" What a lot of Mich
igan teachers, and not n from De-
troit, At the end of an hour he was
tired and discouraged as he crossed
the gang plank of the steamer and
took up a position of vantage to watch
the arrival for the home trip.
OF course the pretty young woman
with the thoughtful eyes came aboard.
One would have been surprised if she
had failed to carry out her excursion
plans or other undertakings. She had
lost part of her abstraction and her
eyes looked straight into the two
looking for her, as she stepped on
board. Without any preliminary two
hands were stretched toward him, and
with equal expedition two extremely
satisfied young people found a niche
in tbs bow where they lost themselves
until the pushing crowd signiied that
the steamer had arrived in Boston.
@Of course it will take me much
longer to make my way here than
with fathers help in Duluth. But
he's hard as nails, you know-and
you wouldn't want me to go crawling