The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1911-08-12

worth. A mutual gOOd-fellOwshlp
seemed to exist between the two. and
the mostly-fickle are often ignored the
claim of large and pouplous watering
places to bestow his genial presence
upon the little village that nestled on
the South coast bay.
To-day he had been more lavish
with his attentions, and now seemed
inclined to lengthen the shadow of the
pretty villa residence over which he
threw his rays, to simmer in a wealth
of golden hair that peeped over one
of the deck chairs of the lawn.
Presently the proprietress of the
sun kissed hair raised herself, and
leaning over, laid her head on the
masculine shoulder in the chair be-
side.
Fancy. Jack" she said with little
sigh, three weeks today. and it only
seems yesterday that we came away.
The masculine head took a side and
downward inclination.
1T is really, Darling? How the
time does slip by. Only another week.
l wish --"
Never mind. DEAR" she said tri-
file wistfully. I'VE must make it the
happiest week of the happiest month
of our lives"
ence out over the village to the dane
ing waters of the bay.
I've had a glorious time. Maisie,"
he said presently, readjusting his arm,
but still thoughtfully fixing the hori-
zon. Yet l suppose our honeymoon
has only been the same as thousands
of others. Everyone goes to the sea-
side, and heaps of people rent a villa.
Everyone reclines in a dack chair. and
am sure all right-thinking people,
especially honeymooners, deplore the
me-" he continued with well-feigned
seriousness, that though we've had
simply ripping time, our honeymoon
has been distincly common or garden.
nothing more or less than hopelessly
conventional"
| 81 have never thought of that" she
replied earnestly, How awfully sad!'
| He laughed and sat up in the chair,
then looked down at his wife.
'Maisie. he said, ut shanf be re-
marked of us that our honeymoon was
ordinary. In five minutes we can get
away from the commonplace. Re-
clining hand in hand-he suited the
action to the word-"in two deck
chairs on sequestered lawn at q
I. sunny seaside village, marriage cer-
tificate dated three weeks back, mus
lie of the waves waited conveniently
on a gentle breeze we will set romance
at naught by indulging in sensible
chat, an abstract discussion"
Such big words, for little boy,
too! What next idea will find lodg-
ing in his mind. +"
There you have it," he interrupted
masterfully. "Just the very thing.
Mind! Let US consider for moment
the workings Of the human mind.
"And what about dreams?" she said
irreverently and with an obvious pre-
tence of interest. They represent an
important phase of the mind. How do
you account for them?"
Ordinary dreams are easily accoun-
ted for" he replied patiently; but it
lis harder"-with gentle banter-"to
i explain how one afternoon a week ago
a certain little girl should fall asleep,
and happening to dream that tea was
being served, should declare afterward
to thirsty husband that it had been
taken a full hour since. What a
strange mental phenomen 1t must be
for young woman to SO lose her
hearings upon walking from q nap as
to be temporarily unable to distin-
guish between the "reminiscences Of
a dream and the actual occurrences Of
waking life
He was about to continue when she
put up a silencing finger.
Give minutes up" she said. lie
gions of convention and elements Of
romance effectually banished. One
very uncommon or ungarded honey
moon is now about to have forty
winks.
He laughed and got up from the
chair
"And another extraordinary honey
mooner is going for SWIM
The sun had sunk to the horizon,
and thrown the shadow of the little
/
the deck chair. when figure clad in
blue jersey hurried up the garden
path and knocked heavily on the door
my Ward, amt it," he blunted, al
most before the maid had opened to
him. Its feared there's been an acct
dent "Is clothes a been found In
Walters Cave, and there's no trace of
the gentleman
The healthy red drifted suddenly
from the girls face, and she clutched
at the wall for support. Then. with a
little sobbing cry, she turned and
rushed through the back of the house
to the lawn.
Maisie. enjoying an undisturbed and
refreshing doze. awoke bewildered, to
the distracted cries of the maid.
"Mr. Ward-accident?" she repeat
ed. as her thoughts took collected
form, the purport OF the message
bore in upon her mind
Sitting cry. and with a look of
intense agony upon her face. she rose.
and unsteadily followed the maid
through the house.
| Not a word passed as the trio half
walked, half ran towards the beach.