Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-02-19

othy In hand and try to cure Der of her
infatuation for young woodruff
What shall l say to her2"
Mr.. Heminway arose and picked up
his hat and gloves.
81 am leaving that to you. Agatha.
You know that you have always been
considered the most diplomatic mem
Der of our family; you have smoothed
out many perplexities for the rest OF
US. and now l am asking you to cure
my motherless girl of her in~fatuation
for this penniless adventurer. for I be-
lieye he is no more than TINT. although
I must confess that the rascal has
rather 4 winning way with him -
II will do the best can for you.
James" agreed Agatha as they parted
IN hour later.
So Agatha sat down and %telephoned
to Dorothy and invited her to come
down and spend a week at Glenwood.
Dorothy arrived in the morning and.
beyond a sweet seriousness that only
added to her charm in the eyes of her
relative. she appeared to be just the
same lovable girl as ever
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were having their tea In the side porch
that May evening Aunt Agatha was
trying to win Dorothy's confidence by
skillful questioning. At last the whole
story of Dorothy's love affairs was out.
and somehow, watching the love light
in the girls soft eyes inc perhaps re-
membering an unfinished love affair of
her own far away youth. Aunt Agatha
had not the heart to admonish the girl.
While they sat there, there came a
sound through the quiet village street.
1t was the sound Of an approaching
motorcar driven at high speed.
Miss Agatha stood up and looked
a~nxiously across the old fashioned gar
den surrounded by its moss grown and
picturesque old picket fence.
She rushed to the steps just as a
small gray motorcar whizzed around
the dreaded corner of the road beyond
her garden and crashed through the
ancient picket fence and came to a
standstill in the middle of her bed of
sweet lavender.
"Oh-h-h!', shrieked Miss Agatha as
she waddled down the garden path.
rs he hurt? Is he killed." painted
Dorothy as she few past her aunt.
Don't you see. Aunt Agatha. there's
a man in the machine?"
Hes out of it by this time-and
spelling my lavender bed shrilled
Agatha as she came upon the scene.
HE is quite unconscious. Aunt Aga
tha," said Dorothy, with tears stream
ing down her cheeks. She was kneel-
ing beside a lean. brown young man
who was lying with his face in the
young lavender plants. Il am afraid
he is dead"
Nonsense" quaked Aunt Agatha.
I'm surprised at you. Dorothy. grow
ing hysterical over such a matter.
Calm yourself at once. Go into the
house and send Sarah out here. All.
mere come some of the ~neighbors. Go
at once and telephone for DR.. Gray"
In half an hour the crowd had dis
persed and the injured motorist was
reclining between the lavender scented
sheets of the bed in Miss Agatha's best
DR.. Gray had reported that the young
man was suffering from shock and
numerous bruises and would be as well
as ever In q day or so.
1t was the evening of the second day
after the accident.
Miss Agatha and Dorothy were hav-
ing tea in the side porch. There were
frosted cake and damson jam. cottage
cheese and a delicious salad. Upstairs
in the spare bedroom Mr.. Kirk was
sitting up in bed enjoying the same
delicacies from a tray brought by the
interested Sarah.
Miss Heminway was talking about
their unexpecteds guest.
II like Mr.. Kirk so much, Dorothy.
DEAR said Agatha as she helped her
self to some jam; HE is such a clean
cut. manly chap. and there's a sort of
set look about his mouth that. betrays
strong determination-if he set his
heart on anything he would surely gain
it,
"You think so. AuntieY' asked
Dorothy demurely.
Eyes. my dear. Do you know he
told me that his father is the presi-
dent OF tne ". W. +. r4llfOau-andLnat
his father made a wager with him that
he couldn't earn his living for n year
and he says he did it. too. He didn't
say how he did it. but be won the
wager and now he has invested the
money in a business and be says he's
made another wager with the old man
that's what he called him, and it
slipped my tongue apologized Aunt
Agatha in a shocked tone-"dear me.
what was l saying?"
"You were saying he had another
wager with his father" prompted
Dorothy In a still. small voice.
"Oh, yes, he has declared be will
make a fortune that will equal his
fathers in ten years; he really has grit
and determination"
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