The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-14
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dumbed thing. Start tomorrow
morning"
Certainly" said Craighead,
in no apparent emit
with all the world, If you like"
Very we'll" said Mrs. Gray
bill, that includes me-"
"Ah, no." reioined Craighead,
you include itln
Mrs. Graybill's glance said that
he surely didn't mean it, that 1t
was ridiculous nonsense, that all
such things were absurd, from the
degenerate, IL interesting, Craig
head to relict of the Reverend
Mr.. Graybill: that she could new
Ter look upon Craighead in any
such light, but that IL he would
feel so, she couldn't help it; but
her lips said merely that she had
much to do to be ready in the
morning.
| Thus it was that the three were
at Palmetto Beach when Captain
Harrod with the launch passed
through Strongs' Bayou with Vir-
ginia and Mrs. Stott on the way
to the cabin where the first Car
son aeronef was preparing for its
delayed flight north. People may
draw their own conclusions as to
the Significance of Mr.. Craighead's
questions of oracles, daisy-petal-
fashion, by the buttons on Mrs.
Graybill's incurved back, and of
his punishment by that slight box
on the ear; but, however he stood
with Mrs. Graybill, his relations
with Mr.. Waddy had worsened.
Tickets had been bought to Pal
metto Beach on Craighead's state
ment that Carson was here; and
the party had disembarked, in
glum silence on Mr.. Waddy's part,
nervous loquacity on Craighead's,
and anxious endeavor on Mrs.
Graybill's to smooth things over.
"Ah," said Craighead. How
natural it all looks ] seem never
to have left these balmy, if some
what sandy shades. Dear old
Yupon Hedge Inn!"
Mr.. Craighead was halted by al
liveried attendant.
BEG pardon, sir" said he.
"This is a private clubhouse. The
Inns over there!"
"Oh, certainly" replied Craig
head. "All cement walks look
alike to me-"
1.-The one over at the Inn looks
like brick" said Mr.. Waddy
grimly.
"Oh, see the magnolia blooms!"
cried Mrs. Graybill. Il wonder If
we can get any?"
Right after dinner" replied
Craighead, "I'll go back into the
wood"
st guess not" said Mr.. Waddy,
still more grimly. Find Carson
first"
''That, my dear SIR" answered
Craighead jauntily, "can await the
morning. Mrs. Graybill's desire
to see the points of interest,
land"
mo, papa" said Mrs. Graybill,
with a nervous little laugh, 81
shall not stir till I've seen every
thing"
"Angel," whispered Craighead,
1 hn
her up the steps. Keep him busy
while I take hike around"
Certain observant guests were
interested a little later in seeing
a slender man with a voluminous
lscarf Sinking Glongshore, anx-
Iiously questioning every waterside
character he met, and bestowing
tips at parting. They were mysti-
flied when the short old gentleman,
with the wild ard turbulent beard,
set out on a frenzied hare-and-
hounds chase after him. The mys-
terry and interest grew intense,
when the cheerful-looking widow,
who was clearly the old gentle
mans daughter, emerged In I'M
impeachable walking costume,
overlook the young man by short
cut, and was strolling along dis
cussing hermit-crabs with him
when the old gentleman hove in
lsight, slackened his speed, and
overlook them at a leisurely pace
quite out of keeping with his heat,
lperspiration and shortness of
breath. The theory was suggest
ed that the young man was off
Ibis head, and trying the sea air,
while his keepers saw to it that
he did not cut his throat with an
oyster shell.
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