The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-06-02
ISLAND CASTAWAYS
BY CLARISSA MACklE.

island anu ieIt d SohloiJ
a decidedly pretty young woman VINO
carried a suitcase and umbrella
Mona Fairlee walked down the long
pier to the shore, where the req
shingled roof of the Bensons' summer
camp peeped through the surrounding
pine trees.
She reached the cottage and stood
amazed to discover that doors ana
windows were closely suffered. ZINE
camp had every appearance OF pelns
closed for the season, although 1t was
only the first Of August.
Something must have happened TO
change the summer plans of the Ben
sons. who were distant cousins OF
Mona.
what shall l do?" asked Mona In
dismay, for there was no way of reach
ing the mainland except by boat.
III it hadn't been for Dick Master
son" Mona paused and bit her lip,
fighting back the tears. How hate
him!" she sobbed passionately.
II was the old story of a lovers
quarrel and a hasty parting. Mona
had written long letter to Edith Ben
son and followed the letter herself,
seeking refuge from the world In the
solitude of Pine island, said solitude"
being enlivened by the gay doings OF
the inhabitants of the group OF little
islands that dotted the lovely Maine
lake. Now, with the Bensons away.
she must return home, where she
might meet Dick at any moment.
Mona was growing hungry. She
walked disconsolately down to the
strip of beach that bordered the island
On the western shore, where one had
a clear view of miles of unbroken wa
ter, she came to halt and stared de-
| lightedly. A small fire of driftwood
and pine cones burned cheerfully over
| a circle Of stones. On the stones were
five lake out broiled delicious
| brown. A gray coat was thrown on
the sand and near by was a fishing
rod. There was no one in sight.
! How good they smelled! How hun
cry she was! Il may not have an
other bite to eat until tomorrow"
thought Mona, throwing all precepts
to the winds. IF he were here l am
sure he would share them with me
and yet l don't want anyone to know
I'm here. He can catch more" She
salved her conscience with this,
thought, as she bit into the juicy brown
and white tenderness.
The afternoon wore on. Great clouds
piled up in the northwest, and there
was a distant grumble Of thunder.
Mona was afraid of thunder storms.
There came long, rumbling roll of
thunder and she fled to the front We
randa of the cottage, where she
sought a sheltered corner and sat dis
consolately on her suit case with her
umbrella spread protectingly over her.
| Lightning flashed internationally;
thunder rolled heavily. The sound Of
footsteps mingled with the noise of
tie storm. They reached the veranda,
paused for moment. and then came
around to her sheltered corner.
We'll, by Jove!"
The muttered ejaculation told Mona
that she had been discovered. She
dropped her umbrella and looked up
into the face of the fisherman whose
dinner she had eaten.
He was not an Unlocking young
man. On the contrary, the gray coat
covered broad shoulders above which
rose strong. brown throat and head
undeniably handsome. He was look.
ing down at Mona's pale, frightened
face with quizzical eyes.
so it was you'll" he laughed softly
A wave of color famed into Mona's
cheeks. 81 was hungry" she explained
meekly. If had known l would have
starved f1rst!"
But they were good-they must
have been mighty good-they smelled
delicious" he said, regretfully.
Mona turned a pretty shoulder and
stared out at the pouring rain.
I'm sure l wouldn't intrude-only
there Is no other shelter on the
island" he went on alphabetically.
The veranda is large" suggested
Mona coldly.
"Of course will COL beg Your
pardon" he said huftily.
At that instant there came a hiss
Inn sbriek of white fame that played
up aud down the trunk of the white
pine tree, and with It came q crash
ing peal of thunder. Mona screamed
with fear
The fisherman gathered Mona into
strong arms. Are you hurt, darling ?"
was his astonishing question.
And Mona, half fainting with fright,
seemed not to resent the familiarity
Her golden head dropped on the Shout.
der of the fisherman and her lips muir.
INJURED negative.
What are you doing here, Dick %
she asked family.
Il have an idea" said Dick slowly
that Edith received your letter yes.
terday, and, conceiving the idea OF
bringing about a reconciliation be-
tween us. wired me to come up. Then
they left us marooned on the island
and-well, it happened Just as she
planned! Here they come now, two
boatloads! Let US go down to the
pier and meet them"
The sun was shining when they
reached the end of the pier. Two
boatloads of merrymakers from the
water carnival came laughing up the
steps. Edith Benson met the two "a st
Always with outstretched hands and
questioning, mischievous eyes.
is 1t all right" she asked