Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-09
Evening Star S
Daily Story
LARRY'S LIGHTHOUSE
BY JOHN TRENT.
Copyright, 1914, by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.

hltle BlIi WIN naming req na1T VINO
had wrinkled her nose at him.
"Redheadl" tainted Larry ungal-
1antly. lighthouse he added, as
the little girl pulled her white sun
bonnet over her gorgeous curls and
scurried away to her nurse.
"Nurse" painted jean, Am I
lighthouse because my hair Is red ?"
Mono, Miss Jean" laughed MI Sc,
looking up from her sewing; your
hair is very pretty, indeed, just like
your mama's; you mustn't mind what
that naughty little De4more boy
says"
IT shan't mind a bit" said Jean,
comforted; but in spite Of her resolu
ton the memory of the taunt lin
gered and ranked, so that as the
dislike the name of Delmore-esl-
pec.aly Larry Delmore-and she was
always hearing it, although they
never met after that summer.
Larry Delmore was the sort of
young man whose name is always
confronting one. He excelled in
everything. He was honor man of
his class at college, famous half
back, the driver of winning auto
mobile in a famous race an aviator,
a musician, and last, but not least,
an excellent business man.
Jean Lloyd heard of these things
in her remote boarding school and
later at the fashionable FINISHING
schoo,, but always she discounted his
cleverness by her bitter recollecti
OF his taunt that midsummer day fif-
teen years ago.
Il could never endure him." she
told her best friend one day, "a
horrid, grubby little tow-headed boy
can fancy just how disagreeable he
must be now
Miriam Smith looked wide-eyed at
Jean. Haven't you met him since
them" she wondered.
Jean shook her glorious, ruddy-
crowned head.
From his towering height Larry
Delmore looked across the hotel ball
room and saw a tall, graceful girl
gcwned in white. About her snowy
throat was twisted wonderful
string Of pearls, and, save for the
high-piled masses of her hair, there
was not a bit of color about her.
who is that grip" he asked the
first man he met.
The man glanced in the direction
indicated by Larry's eager gray eyes.
You mean the one with golden
hair?" he asked.
mo, no, protested Larry, 1.-The
tall girl in white-the girl with au-
burn hair.
"Oh, you mean Miss Lloyd-Jean
Lloyd. May l present you?"
Not just now decided Larry, and
for some inexplicable reason he
turned his back on Miss Lloyd's
beautiful face and wandered out to
the balcony
! There is something very striking
about that GIRL" thought Larry,
plucking at the geraniums in the
flower boxes. COMPOUNDED funny
feeling had when Morton offered to
introduce me. l wanted to go like
the dickens, but---somehow, she had
such a naughty poise to her head
that I'm deucedly afraid she wouldn't
be as charming as she looked. I'm
going to find out later"
When he returned to the ballroom
Miss Lloyd had disappeared. and he
saw her no more that night. By
careful inquiry he learned that she
and her father We're stopping at the
Quetchet Hotel for the season.
The next morning he arose with the
sun and went down to the ocean for
his early swim. He had the beach
to himself save for one lone swimmer
who was breasting the surf with easy
grace. 1t was woman wearing
red bathing cap he decided at first.
A further inspection revealed that
the glistening copper glory was
browning the head of Jean Lloyd and
that her head was uncovered.
So Larry plunged into the sea and
poise. Larry Delmore was a swim
mer of note in addition to his other
accomplishments, and when he saw
Miss Lloyd's glowing head turned
steadily out at sea while the flash
of her white arms cut the blue
green surface of the waves like a
veritable mermaid, he followed her,
in the masculine spirit not to be
outdone by mere woman.
But the water was cold that morn
ing and perhaps Mr.. Delmore was not
up to his usual form; at any rate, he
suddenly stopped his long, steady
strokes, blanched at the agoniZing
cramp that seized his limbs, uttered
low cry of alarm and went down.
The girl heard the cry and turned
just as he disappeared. When he
came up she was calling to him 20
hold up--that she was coming-com-
ing! Through the flying spray and
the rocking green and white of the
waves, he caught the glimpse of her
red hair and her white face coming
nearer.
When he rose to the surface again,
still writhing in that awful cramp, il
was to see the solacing red of her
hair close beside him, to feel the sup
port of her arms under his shoulders
II cannot carry you in" she painted
sbut I can hold you up until help
comes. Can you shout?"
He nodded and shouted hoarsely
boat put hastily off from shore
fhrnn
them in
II declare if it isn't Mr.. Delmore!"
marveled one of the men as he ap-
piled flask to Larry's pale lips.
Jean, white and exhausted, sat up
and looked at the young giant she
had rescued Was it possible that
this handsome blond youth had been
the tow-headed little boy whose taunt
had ranked so long? 1t could not be
possible that she, Jean Lloyd, had
been the means of saving this cham
pion swimmers lifei
About that time Jean tainted away,
and ii was a half hour later in her
own room at the hotel that she sat
up in bed, warm and dry, and uttered
a remark that caused her worried
father to stare.
81 suppose l must have looked like
a lighthouse to Mr.. Delmore," she
said.
''Then you are all right, my dear?'
asked Mr.. Lloyd.
Fright as can be, daddy, she
smiled.
1t was late in the afternoon when
Larry Delmore was admitted to the
Lloyd's private parlor to express his
gratitude.
Jean, pale and lovely, met him with
a curious look in her eyes.
Larry, stumblingly, expressed his
thanks No man. he declared after