The L'Anse sentinel., 1914-04-25

whsrs she leaned. . slender figure.
against the post Of the porch. I'm the
night one secs q universe" and he
waved his lighted cigar vaguely to-
ward the myriads Of stars above
them.
"what good does that do" asked the
Watermelon, seeing q universe? It's
miles away and can't help you any,"
you have no beauty In your soul"
declared Henrietta. II think the idea
is beautiful, seeing q universe"
When you are down and out. you
don't take any pleasure In looking at q
universe" said the Watermelon. "A
dollar, or even a quarter. will look .
darned sight more beautiful"
II wouldn't like to be poor" said
Billy. 1T must be 70 terrible to have
no motor-car. for one thing"
1T is" agreed the Watermelon. who
would have agreed to anything Billy
said. "It's simply awful"
What did you mind most" asked
Billy. when you were a newsboy!'
Let's 60 look at the universe" sug-
gested the Watermelon hastily. I'VE
can see 1t much better down the road
a bit"
Billy consented, and they strolled
away In the dark. The general. VINO
thought he was talking politics. was
laying down the law to the hotel clerk.
and Henrietta and Bartlett were left
alone. They fingered a moment on
the porch and then quietly disappeared
up the road in the opposite direction
from that taken by Billy and the Wa
termelon.
Bartlett's desire was to reach Maine
as soon as possible and get lost over
Saturday, but to avoid every city and
larger town on the way and to hurry
by the smaller places where there
might be telegraph or telephone con-
] nections.
"Out of touch or the world for a
week." he was fond OF repeating. mo
letters, no papers. no worries and no
nerves"
And his desire was the Watermel-
on's. The more they avoided towns,
the better the youth liked It. Tele-
graph and telephone stations were
zealously Stunned. He would have
liked to have seen a paper. SO as to
Judge what the police thought In the
case OF the theft of the wealthy young
stock brokers' car, provided Bachelor
had allowed the thing to become pub
lie, which he very much doubted,
from the little he knew OF the mans
character. 1t was hardly an episode
one would care to see in print If one
was dignifed and self-made. And the
Watermelon chuckled.
1t took them longer than Bartlett
hoped, sticking to narrow, unused
country roads, and the next night
/ found them still In Vermont They
spent the night at the village board
ing house. and once again Billy and
the Watermelon went down the road
bit to look at the universe. and Hen
rietta and Bartlett went up the road.
The following day, to Bartlett's sat
isfaction, they got lost. 1t was late in
the afternoon when they stopped at
Milford, a small town In New Hamp-
shire, and made inquiries about the
next town. Was It far and would the
far, the farmer whom they questioned.
assured them, only FIVE miles. He d.
rected them how to go and they
thanked him and pushed on.
They went on and on and nightfall
found them in lonely bit of wooded
road apparently miles from any town
or habitation. Bartlett was pleased.
They we're lost, and by great good
luck they might remain lost for con-
siderable length of time. The gen.
eral, too, was delighted. They would
make a night Of 1t. The lunch basket
had been filed earlier in the day at
a country store. SO there would be
enough to eat. The seats Of the autos
were soft and one could sleep in the
ferred. 1t was warm and the rugs
and shawls would be covering enough.
They ran the cars out of the road to
a convenient clearing. Henrietta got
out the basket, shawls were spread
on the ground in the light of the two
cars and they prepared to make the
best of things.
This is like old times" declared
the general genially; "a night on the
march, far out on the prairies. not a
thing In sight, not sound but a
coyote or the cry Of wolf"
tAnd Indians" said Henrietta. hid
ing back of the nearest hillock. creep
Ing up on you unawares."
Billy glanced behind her at the
woods and wished they had chosen q
more open place to dine.
YES" agreed the general cheerful
ly, "or down In some southern swamp.
with the Johnny Rebs stealing through
the bushes"
"Oh, please" begged Billy. whats