Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1913-11-21
Continued from last week

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1--WE can draw and see." he suggest
ed, sinking upon one knee. And yet.
since you're the queen and I'm the
king, it must be each others hearts
He stopped abruptly at sight of her
pcrimsoned cheeks.
THAT doesn't always follow" Fran
told him hastily; mot by any means.
For here are other queens. See the
queen If spades? Maybe you'll get
her. Maybe you want her. You see,
she either goes to you, OF to the next
card"
But l don't want n queen of
Ispades," Abbott declared. He drew
the next card, and exclaimed dramatic
ally, Saved, savedl Here's Bob. Give
her to Bob Clinton"
ooh, Abbott" Fran exclaimed, look
ing at him with starlike eyes and rose
like cheeks, making the most fascinat-
ing picture he had ever beheld at mid
might under a silver moon. do you
mean that? Remember you're on a
new bridge over running water"
Abbott paused u~neasily. She looked
less like a child thar he had ever seen
her. Her body was very slight-but
her face was 1t is marvellous
how much of a woman's seriousness
was to be found in this girl. He ose
with the consciousness that for a mo-
ment he had rather forgotten himself.
He reminded her gravely-"We are
talking about cards-just cards"
NO." said Fran, not stirring, 1--WE
are talking about Grace Noir. You say
you don't want her; you've already
drawn yourself out. That leaves her
to poor Bob-he1l have to take her,
unless the joker gets the lady-the
joker is named the devil So
the game isn't interesting any more"
She threw down all the cards, and
looked up, beaming. MY! but I'm
glad you came"
He was fascinated and could not
move, though as convinced as at the
beginning that they should not linger
thus. There might be fatal conse-
lquences; but the charm of the little
girl seemed to temper this chill knowl-
edge to the shorn lamb. He temper
ized: why don't you go on with
your fortune-telline little gir1?"
81 just wanted to find out If Grace
Noir is going to get you," she said
candidly; ut doesn't matter what be-
comes of her. We're you eve on this
bridge before?"
Fran, Miss Grace is one of the best
friends / have, and-and everybody ad'
mires her. The fact that you don't like
her, shows that you are not all you
ought to be-"
Fran's dropping head hid her face
Was she contrite, or mocking?
Presently she looked up, her express
sion that of grave cheerfulness. Nov
you've said what you thought you had
to say" she remarked. $50 that's over
Were you ever on this bridge before?"
Abbott was offended. mo"
"Good, good" with vivacious enthu'
siasm. Both of us must cross 1t at
the same time and make a wish. Help
me up-quick."
She reached up both hands, and Alb
bott lifted her to her feet.
whenever you cross a new BRIDGE
she explained, you must make a wish
Gt1l come true. Won't you do II, Alb
bott?"
"Of course. What a superstitious
little Nonpareill Do you hold hands p
Honest hands" She held out both
of hers. Come on then. What are you
going to wish, AbbottY But no, you
mustn't tell till we're across. oh, I'm
5ust dying to knowl Have you made
AID your mind. YETI"
Eyes, Fran" he answered indulgent-
fy, '9t's something always in my
mind"
about Grace Noir?"
Nothing whatever about Miss Grace
Noir."
"All right. I'm glad. Say this,
SLOW we go,
Two In a row.
Don't talk or anything. just wish, oh
wish with all your might
"TWith all my mind and all my heart
while we're together and after we part
say that"
Abbott repeated gravely:
with all my mind and all my heart
While we're together and after we part
what are you going to wish. Franz
"Sh-h-h! NUM-" whispered Fran,
opening her eyes wide. With slow
steps they walked side by side. shout
der to shoulder, four hands clasped.
Fran's great dark eyes we're set fixed
ly upon space as they solemnly pa
raded beneath the watchful moon. As
Abbott watched her. the witchery Of
the night stole into his blood.
The last plank was crossed. "Now!Ti
Fran cried breathlessly, what did you
wishf" Her body was quivering, her
face glowing.
THAT I might succeed" Abbott an;