Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1915-11-26
BY cLARlssA mAckle.

Vale benson was ush1ng on BASS
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 Jove. she's running
on with my Incl"
The reel was spinning merrily and
the line sang . tune a. 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. there! Miss sindbad!" he
yelled in desperation.
The brown head turned, the boat
swung q 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
on with my line" he explained. point
ing downwards.
OH didn't know-I am very sor-
~. Can you come down and get II
ONT" she asked crisply.
1t took him half an hour to disen-
tangle the line from the propeller.
At last It was on and Miss Sindbad
was free to pursue her way. During
the half hour Vale had learned that
she lived in the red-gabled house at
the extreme point.
Red Cables" he muttered. staring
after her. Why. that IL where Freda
Frake, the writer. lives. By Jove, it's
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 q mystery to him
and his staff.
Tomorrow" he told himself, II
will call upon her. Who says there IL
no romance in this workaday world? p
When the morrow came Q walk out
to the end Of the point brought the
young publisher al too soon at the end
of his journey.
Seated at q table under the vines
was an enormously stout woman writ
ing rapidly in q leather-covered book.
"Mr. Benson! l have always hoped
to meet you some day." she cried with
outstretched hand.
Miss FrakeT he faltered.
Yes. Of course-but how could you
know met" she laughed. "Sit down
here. James. serve tea at once"
An hour later Vale took farewell of
the popular authoress and without ono
glimpse Of Miss Sindbad wended his
way down to q group of cory 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
Sindbad herself, . white duck hat on
her brown head. her dark eyes dane
ing with pleasure.
$50 this IL Red Gables!" exclaimed
Vale, and then ct her amused glance
he went on recklessly. I've been CALI
ing on Miss Frake-I thought you
lived there!"
Such q pity-and such q difference"
she sighed. Were not . bit literary
at our Red Gables-just plain. every
day folks"
II like everyday folks" interrupted
Vale enthusiastically. They're easy
to get on with"
That's nice Of you" she smiled %
they went down to the shore. "Tar
theirs q 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 u.s."
Vale saw q tain, bearded man in
paint-splashed overalls plying brush
vigorously. and near him stood slen-
der little woman holding big pail
of paint
"Oh. JEAN" called the woman. a. the
girl approached.
Benson thrilled at the name. II was
his favorite Of names for women.
Coming. mother! And I'm bringing
q sort of celebrity know it's forbid
den, but he somehow walked into my
life and l had to bring him along"
She laughed gayly and introduced
Vale. and as her father swung around
the two men leaped toward each other
with outstretched hands.
Hammond" exclaimed Vale heart
fly. Dick Hammond"
yale Benson" cried the painter,
where did you run across my girl?"
Vale explained while Mrs. Hammond
murmured dismay at Jeans daring.
seafaring ways.
ITO think you should prove to be
one Of fathers friends" said Jean
laughingly.
"Once upon q time saw you-you
were only I'VE then, and l was fifteen.
You-promised to marry me-" he
teased her.
But Jean had vanished into the
house and he saw her no more that
night But tomorrow IL another day"
he told himself gayly a. he went back
to the hotel.
Tomorrow II always another day for
lovers. Tomorrow he would see Miss
Sindbad once more. And the next day
would be another day. And then