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Henry was already disappearing
down the companionway, the yacht
was stopping and the crew standing
by on the lower deck to lend assist
ance to rescued and rescuer.
The evening was warm and sultry.
What little breeze there had been dur
Ing the day. had gone down with the
sun, while the ocean heaved and
moaned in long. green swells and ran
softly whispering up the beach and
splashed against the rocks with hard
ly fake of foam. The sun, sinking
behind the hills, cast long orange and
pink streaks across the waves, and
turned the small white clouds over
head a dainty, rosy mass of drifting
color.
Bartlett and Billy strolled down the
winding street of the little seaside
town, out on the pier and stood idly
waiting for the evening mailboat to
arrive. Henrietta and the general
were coming on the evening boat to
spend the autumn in a small cottage
which the general was pleased to call
his "shooting-box." But Bartlett's
pleasure at seeing Henrietta once
more was mingled with worry and un.
easiness over Billy and the Water
melon. He smoked thoughtfully and
watched Billy warily, tenderly. She
leaned against pile and gazed over
the vast unrest of the ocean to the
distant horizon. with dreaming, un-
fashionable eyes. Bartlett knew Of
whom she was thinking. whom wait
Ing for more and more eagerly every
day now as August drew to close
and still he did not come. But this
evening he had come, he was in the
same neighborhood, drunk and prob.
ably hungry. When they met, as they
must and that shortly, would he make
scene. become loud-mouthed, foul,
abusive? It would be hard on Billy,
and Bartlett wished vainly that he
could spare her. But it was best that
she. should know, should understand
fully and with sudden quick cut it
would be over with, the June madness
when one is young and pretty and
care-free. Billy would read her folly
In the bleared eyes of a shiftless fool.
Poor little Billy and her puppy love!
A most unfortunate affair, the whole
mistaken, unhappy business!
There comes the Mary Glouces'
ter" said Billy, breaking into his
thoughts. !, 80 -
1.-THE Mary Gloucester" chuckled
Bartlett. "That woman hasn't the
sense Of her ugly little poodle dog"
II know" said Billy, chat is why ]
have always been so afraid of her."
why afraid Of herr"
For mother" explained Billy un.
fortunately. but Enthusiastically say.
Ing the wrong thing.
Bartlett flushed, "You just admit.
ted that she was fool. Do you think
I would marry that kind OF woman? %
Men always d." said Billy. "A
FOOLS bad enough, but a fool and
money are simply IRRESISTIBLE"
"You know too much for your age"
said Bartlett coldly.
II don't exactly know It," blundered
Billy. II just see IT,"
BILLY. have you ever seen me"
Eyes, father. That night In the pa,
vilion at the Ainsleys-"
THAT will do. Billy
Billy was hurt. II don't mean to be
nasty. father; but you asked me-
There comes the mailboat," inter
| rupted Bartlett firmly.
! Billy looked at it and sighed. II
! was the last Of August and Jeroboam
Martin had not come. Had he forgot
! ten her in two short months?
Bartlett laid his hand tenderly on
her shoulder. Forget him, grille
He's not worthy of you"
HE said he would come. F" whispered
Billy.
III he doesn't, dear. you have me-
We have stood together through
everything for eighteen years and will
stand. still, eh, Billy?''
Billy bent her head and rubbed her