Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1912-03-08
A Seaside Comedy

10 90 IOTIn Diluuly, SOTL Vi perpetual
knight Grant, in quest of anything
that may happen. He who sets out
with any purpose readysmade in his
mind, is doomed to perpetual disap-
pointment''
And | haven't found an adventure
for nearly three weeks he added, as
he finished his last game of solitaire.
He rose, the light of new resolution
in his eyes, and rang for his valet.
talbot" he said, as that servitor
appeared, I'm going away
Yes, SIR replied Talbot respect
lively, waiting for his master to reveal
the place of his destination.
Where shall l go, Talbot" contin-
ued Jocelyn. New York's too hot
for me-"
Il ave card say, sir, that Craig's
Peaks the place this season. There's
very nice hotel there, sir, called the
Randolph which was told me by
young woman who"
Spare me these amatory conf
dences, Talbot, beg you,' replied his
master. Il shall go to Craig's Peak
and spend a week by the seashore.
Put up my things this afternoon"
1t was still early summer and Lord
Jocelyn found the hotel only half full.
There seemed little probability that
the quiet, unassuming Mr.. Jocelyn"
of the visitors book at the Rand
olph" would discover anything extra
ordinary in that sedate and fashiona-
bic watering resort After the third
day Mr.. Jocelyn had begun to weary
of the varied and not too fascinating
sports of picking up sea-shells, gather
ing plant specimens from the noun
tain slopes, and discovering new and
rare entrees upon the menu Per-,
haps. that is why he fell victim to
the designs of Mrs. and Miss Muriel
Van Loo, of Boston
my dear" said the elder lady.
that tall, distinguished Englishman
is a parsonage in his own country. or
looks don't count for anything"
He may be an impostor, Mamma"
said her daughter cynically. "Remem-
Der that one that made up to us last
summer at Atlantic City?1
Muriel, replied her mother, don't
be suspicious. 1t is not fascinating
quality in a young girl. Leave that
tome. Your meter is innocence, with
just dash of dare-devilishness but
not too strong. Why didn't you pack
'Burke's Peerage'?"
Il did, Mamma answered her
daughter dutifully. "But left out the
Landed Gentry of Great Britain be-
cause there wasn't room in my trunk"
Bring down Burke, them COM
manded Mrs. Van Loo, and she put on
her tortoise-shell trimmed eyeglasses
preparatory to the hunt Muriel soon
reappeared bearing the volume.
"Jocelyn, Jocelyn," Mrs. Van Loo
murmured, turning over the pages.
Here we are, Muriel, darling. Joce-
Ign, fourth viscount, of Doublewith
Manor, Stockton. Heir Richard.
And no brothers or sisters. He will
undoubtedly inherit the property
'The heir always inherits the prop
erty." answered Muriel
q UCd1, tudI Is LOTu
Jocelyn in disguise" said Mrs. Van
Loo. Tonight 1 shall speak to him.
She found her opportunity, and thus
began the acquaintance, which, at first
bore to Jocelyn, developed into a
romance. 1t was the week of the
full moon, and moonlight walks were
speciality of Muriel Van Loo's. Be-
fore the week was ended the three
had become fast friends. On the sew
enth day Jocelyn re-engaged his room
for the following week.
In spite of many experiences. Lord
Jocelyn felt himself fast succumbing
to the charm Of Muriel Van Loo. To
begin with, her hair was bronze. and
Jocelyn adored bronze hair-when it
was in his proximity. Then she had
the clearest blue eyes, with just sus-
picion of raillery in them-and blue
eyes were Jocelyn's speciality, in de-
fault of brown, hazel or gray. And
MurieFs unworldliness and innocent
ways produced profound impression
on the young mans heart. Needless
to say, the many rivals of Lord Joce-
Ign, who had delighted to bask in
MuriePs smiles before his advent. hat
ed him cordially. But their glances
of scorn passed by him like the cool
breezes that blew all day over the
summit of the peak. If he had known
OF the feelings that he inspired he
would have been genuinely concerned,
for Jocelyn was singularly warm
hearted.
It soon became evident that Muriel
concealed beneath the corsage of her
Fifth avenue gown heart that thrill
ed to the promptings of romanticism.
This is how Jocelyn made the discov-
cry:
What do you like best about Amer
lea, Mr.. Jocelyn?" asked her mother
one evening.
Its democracy" Lord Jocelyn an