The Detroit times., 1916-02-22

We're not going bogy hunting. you
and l, Mary. and we aren't going to
let ourselves get scared. Mothers
calling you. Run on. I'm all right
again"
Left alone on the veranda, June
besuiled the time for q half hour or
20 In jotting down notes on bits OF
scratch-rad paper--notes for La
mars guidance In his hunt for the
pseudored-haired girl With blue
eyes. II gave her twinge of con-
science to do This. But she steeled
herself to the old task.
Then, growing restless. she set
out for a walk along the sand AZ the
base OF the cliffs. beyond the village.
The sun was hot. but n sweep OF
bracing salt wind made the air a Joy
10 breathe. The sand shone gold
white against a dazzling blue sea
Along the beach curled q cleaning
ribbon of silycry surf. The tide was
At the turn. In It's wake along the
beach the sun had dried and crisped
the sand. which soon the increeping
wavelets would cover.
June, full OF the glory of the sky,
strode along the beach with the
tread of a young goddess. Above
her the gray-white seagulls circled
and whisiled The sea wind drove
merrily against her face, whipping
her hair into her eyes.
Midway in her walk June stopped
TO watch a queer tableaU on tho
shore, few yards away from her
a young man and a girl were stand
Ing facing each other. angry OF eye,
sharp Of voice, quarrelins violently.
The man was clad In blue serge,
and camera was slung from his
shoulder. The woman WAS In white.
She carried a white parAsol with
which she was making impatient
gestures. Her sailor hat was adorn'
cd by au enormous bird of paradise
plume.
Al second glance June recognized
| the couple. They were a Mr.. and
Mrs. Lake. newlyweds. The bride
was an old school friend OF June's.
They had apparently come to Surf.
ton Tor their honeymoon. and just at
present they were engaged In a de-
cidedly fierce dispute.
June went forward. The bride rec
ognized her and greeted her eagerl,
The groom bowed stiffly. He wa
still too angry 10 be more than bar
ly civil.
"Oh. June Travis" exclaimed N
bride. Il IN 80 glad TO Sc you. Hai
~ Is being perfectly abomiDable
What do you think he has the nerve
ito want me to do? He actually
wants me TO throw away this gor.
/ gcous bunch Of paradise feathers In
my ha, lie never noticed I had
them till FIVE minutes ago-just like
man,--and now he wants me to
get rid OF them DID you ever hear
OF such a thing? And they cost"
"1an you blame me, Miss Travis?"
put IN the groom, II belong 10 the
Bird Protection society, and I'm not
going TO allow my wife to bring criti-
cism on me. MOI month ago | start.
! ed a petition for the legislature to
forbid the wearing Of paradise
! plumes and aigrets. And now my
own wife insists on"
Mercy" exclaimed June in mock
terror. THE II an who put his hand
Letween the upper and neither mill.
stones was sage. compared to the
reckless person who interferes in a
quarrel between husband and wlfel
This is nc place for me-
Disregarding their protests, she
raced on. leaving them. She did not
pause until she reached the foot Of
the cliffs. fully a furlong away.
There she looked back. She was
just In time To see Lake dig his
hands deep in'o his trousers pock-
cts. slruE his shoulders peevishly,
and stalk away. He did not once
look back, but strode on until he
reached II disused boathouse farther
down tho beach He walked around
this and seated himself gloomily
upOn Il kcg at the side most dis
tam from his wife. There, out OF
sign, of her. he let his head drop on
lis breast ami proceeded to sulk In
lonely misery.
These honeymoon spsts must be
hideously trag;'." thought June. with
a laugh "Thr poor hoy! He locks
like n sick chicken: all hunched up
like that. on his keg."
She turned 10 observe the bride.
Mrs. Lake had seated herself on the
sands, raised her parasol and laid
her hat on the beach at her side.
And thus. to June's amusement, the
two newlyweds sat far apart and
sulked.
II was the bride who surrendered.
Pres. ntly sine sighed, got TO her feet
and, leaving the parasol and hat on
the sand. began to walk slowly to-
ward the boathouse. June watched
her eo-watched her until q corner
of the boathouse hid her from view.
Then, as her own gaze strayed
hack TO the place where tho bride
had been sitting. June was aware OF
a throbbing and burning at the back
NJ her right hand. She looked down
n, the hand. The Red Circle elowed
wildly against the snowy flesh. At
the same instant, an impulse seized
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