Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-12-08

had been coming in-washing higher
and higher upon the shelving beach
and the motor boat, rocking placidly
in the sunlight, seemed further and
further away.
The Swift. Flowing Tide.
Mary looked down the beach to
where the dinghy was hauled up on
the sand and screamed.
"Peter! she called in quick alarm,
and l jumped and ran. For the tide
was insidiously burrowing beneath
the dinghy, and very soon would have
had it afloat and out to sea. Jaynes
and I dragged the boat further up the
beach and returned to the fire and
the dishes.
Just in time. The tide was climbing
up very rapidly to our supplies. We
moved them back, and by that time
the dinghy was in danger again. It
was astonishing how rapidly the tide
seemed to come in on this shelving
beach. 1t came on and submerged
the embers of our fire with a hiss and
sizzle of glee. 1t very soon covered
the long, rotten beam which we had
regarded, fancifully, as part of Cap
tain Kids treasure ship. But pres
emily we did manage, after a great
deal of scurrying about, to get things
fairly out of the tides way, and then
time began to hang rather heavily on
our hands.
For a while, under Mary's guild
ance, We gathered shells of varying
iridescence. This palled after a time,
and we walked over again and looked
at the ocean side of the peninsula.
The sand in the sunlight was daz-
zlingly, beautifully white-white al
most as snow, and the ocean side was
strewn with more wreckage than the
bay side.
The Sun and Sand.
1t was odd how much whittier, too.
the sand had >bleached here than
on the other side, and how warm
and soft and fine it was to. the
touch. We lay down in it and buried
our hands and feet, built sand mounds
over our bodies, and studied with in
terest a curious, snow white insect
that leaped eternally through the
sand. BY and by we discovered that
the sand was literally thick with
them, and Jaynes said they were sand
fleas, though I don't believe he knew.
/ don't believe that either Mary or
/ realized what we were storing up
for ourselves in that reckless ex-
posture to the white, hot sunlight. 1t
was so delightful there with the ocean
breeze chilling and the sun warming
us that we thought of nothing else.
But after time this palled, too, and
we walked back to the bay side, pre-
tending as we walked through the
low vegetation on the sand hills that
the scrub was in reality as high as
ordinary trees, and that we were
giants stalking through it.
By the time we were back on the
bay side the tide was going out, leav-
ing behind scattering bits of wreck
age.
Lets go back to the boat" said
Mary, discontentedly. What do you
say, Mr.. Jaynes? Then couldn't we
eat supper there?"
But" suggested Jaynes, half
heartedly, 81 thought we were going
to sleep on the beach, here. Wasn't
"Ugh!" shouted Mary, I'D really
be scared to death. What with that
tide creeping, creeping, creeping up,
no matter how far away and safe it
was, I'd be afraid it would submerge
me in the night. And besides, it
! it's so very lonely"
well, just as you like" agreed
Jaynes good-humoredly. Were far
enough out so the boat won't list to-
night, and can put up a cot for
| you"
(To be continued)