The Lamar register., 1915-12-29
MISS SINDBAD
BY cLARIssA MAcKIE.

Rocks when the brisk little motor boat
whisked under his very nose and dart
ed away around the point.
There goes Miss Sindbad, the
Sailor" he chuckled at the nickname
given to the saucy owner OF the
launch. And. by Joye. she's running
! on with my linel"
The reel was spinning merrily and
the line sang a tune as it ran faulty
after the vanishing boat. Wales hook
and sinker were caught in the pro-
peller OF the little craft
Hi. there!" he shouted.
Miss Sindbad did not turn around.
Hi. therel Miss Sindbadi" he
yelled in desperation.
The brown head turned. the boat
swung a wide circle and came about.
A pair of big brown eyes looked up
into his.
You called me?" she asked sternly.
"Why-why. yes-you are running
of with my line" he explained, point
ing downwards.
OH didn't know am very sor-
ry. Can you come down and get it
off?" she asked crisply
II took him half an hour to olsen
tangle the line from the propeller.
At last 1t was of and Miss Sindbad
was free to pursue her way. During
the half hour Vale had learned that
she lived in the edgabled house at
the extreme point.
Red Cables" he muttered. staring
after her. Why. that is where Freda
he ~
Miss Frake herself"
All that evening he dreamed of Miss
Sindbad's brown eyes and flushed
cheeks. of the dimple in her chin and
the soft curve OF her face. How low
able she was And to think that she
should turn out to be Freda Frake.
that mysterious writer of fascinating
romanCes whose stories he had eagerly
bought for his magazine, but whose
personal identity was a mystery to him
and his staff
Tomorrow" he told himself. 81
will call upon her. Who says there IS
no romance in this workaday world p
When the morrow came a walk out
to the end OF the point brought the
young publisher all too soon at the end
OF his journey.
Seated at a table under the vines
was an enormously stout woman writ.
ing rapidly in leather-covered book
Mr.. Benson! have always hoped
to meet you some day" she cried with
outstretched hand.
Miss Frake?" he faltered
Yes, Of course-but how could you
know me?" she laughed. sit down
here. James, serve tea at once"
An hour later Vale took farewell of
the popular authoress and without one
glimpse Of Miss Sindbad wendell his
way down to a group of coy little cot.
tages on the sandy slope.
He glanced casually at the last one
and stopped abruptly. On the gate was
the neat sign. Red Cables" and com.
Ing down the steep steps was Miss
Slndbad herself, a white duck hat on
her brown head, her dark eyes dane.
ing with pleasure.
so this is Red Gablesi" exclaimed
Vale, and then at her amused glance
he went on recklessly. I've been call.
ing on Miss Frake-I thought you
lived there!"
SUN plty-anQ SuCn q QlHeTenCe.
she sighed. We're not bit literary
at our Red Gables-iust plain. every.
day folks"
Il like everyday folks" interrupted
Vale enthusiastically. They're easy
to get on with"
That's nice OF you" she smiled as
they went down to the shore. "Fa-
Tiers painter-he's down there
painting my boat. That's mother in
the white sunbonnet-she's holding
the pot-she's always around where
father is"
Vale saw tall, bearded man in
paint-splashed overalls plying brush
vigorously, and near him stood a slen.
der little woman holding big pail
of naint
oh, Jean" called the woman, as the
girl approached.
Benson thrilled at the name. 1t was
his favorite of names for women.
Coming, motherl And I'm bringing
a sort OF celebrity know it's forbid.
den, but he somehow walked into nv