Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-01-30

her head. She looked at him through
her fingers. Her face was a garden OF
businesses. She pretended to roar
but the result was not terrifying; then
she obediently held up her mouth.
after ALL" said Fran, speaking
somewhat i~ndistinctly. you haven't
told why you ran away to leave poor
Fran guessing where you'd gone. Do
you know how | love you, Abbott?"
Il think I know"
I'm glad-for l could never tell you.
Real love is like real religion-you
can't talk about 1t. Makes you want
to joke, eve il you can't think Of
anything funny to say-makes you
chatter about anything else, or just
keep still. Seems to be something
down here-this is my heart. isn't it2
hope l have the right place, l left
school so early-seems even when / re-
fer to it l ought to-well. as | said:
make a sort of joke.
But this is no joke" said Abbott,
kissing her again.
YES" said Fran, happily, I'VE can
Nahh abO01 A III Nndt way 1911 L oil
Smookins a dear to keep us up here so
long?'
1t was a good while later that Abb
bolt said: "As to why / left Little
burg: Bob knew Of a private school
that has just been incorporated as a
college. A teachers needed, one with
ideas of the new education-the edu-
cation that teaches us how to make
books useful to life, and not life to
books-the education that teaches
happiness as we'll as words and fig
ures; just the kind that you didn't find
at my school, little rebel! Bob was an
old chum of the man who owns the
property SO he recommended me, and
| went. It's a great chance, a magnih-
cent opening. The man was so pleased
with the way l talked-he's new to the
business, SO that must be his excuse
that | am to be the president"
Fran's voice came rather family
"Hurrah! But you are to be far, far
above my reach. just as I p~rophesied.
Don't you remember what I said to
you during our drive through Sure
Enough Country"
And that isn't ALL" said Abbott,
looking straight before him, and pre-
tending that he had not heard. I'm
that town-Tahlelah, Okla.,-I discov-
cred, out in the suburbs, a cottage
the dearest little thing-as dear as
. as Mr.. Smookins; just big
enough for a girl like Fran. | rented
it at once-of course, it oughn't to be
standing there idle-there's such a
fragrant flower garden-I spent some
time arranging the grounds as | think
you'll like them. / didn't furnish the
cottage, though. Women always like
to select their own carpets and things,
and"
Fran's face was a dimpled sea of
pink and crimson waves, with starry
lights in her black eyes for signal
lights. ooh, o king of hearts!" she
exclaimed. And shall we have a
church wedding. and just kill 'em?"
Abbott laughed boyishly, "No-you
must remember that your connection
with show-life is at an end"
"But-and then--and So" cried
Fran rapturously, "Tm to have a hdzUl
after all, with flower gardens and
carpets and things-a sure-enough
home-Abbott, a home with you!
Don't you know, it's been the dream Of
my life Toto"
Abbott was inexpressibly touchedi
Eyes, / was just thinking of what
heard you say. once-to belong to
somebody"
Fran slipped her arms about his
neck. "And what a somebody To be,
long to you. And to know that my
home Is our home.
Abbott, with a sober sense of his
unworthiness, embraced her silently.
From far below came a sudden
sound, making it's way through the
continuity of the s~treet-uproar. It was
the %chugging of the engine.
The wheel began to ~revolve.
Down they came-down-down-
Fran looked up at the moon. Good
by" b called, gaily. "The world is
good enough for mel"