The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-07-31
BY EARL sILvERs.

| hShly uOWu the steps anu dccOSteu
| him.
"Are we going out on the lakeP" she
asked.
eff you want to-"
They made their way together to
the small lake, unclaimed a rather
! dilapidated looking boat and en-
barked. For time both were silent.
Then the girl spoke.
II wonder" she let her eyes rest
on his for moment-'I wonder If we
will ever see each other again"
He looked startled.
"Why, Of course, won't WEI"
II don't know; I've read lot about
these summer affairs, and have seen
movies, too. They never seem to last
very long"
maybe 1t won't be so with u.s." he
said finally.
"Why maybe?" She looked at him
Questioningly.
| "Tve got confession to make" he
announced hesitatingly. "But l don't
know whether ought to make 1t or
not I"
what kind of a confession?"
about myself. I've come up here
with all these shop girls and clerks
and made believe that / am one of
them J" A slight tinge of red crept
over his forehead. "But Pm not. NY
father is e. z. Riker, the big manu-
facturer, and we've loads and loads of
money"
"And you came up here?" She
seemed incredulous.
"Yes. l came for the fun of the
thing-just to see what it would be
like"
"Ohp He didn't look up; he was
afraid to meet her eyes.
"And now" he concluded, you'll
probably think / have been playing
with you. But l haven't; I'm really
crazy about you"
He made bold this time to glance at
her, but instead of the hurt look he
expected he surprised smile on her
face.
Don't you carer" he asked.
"Why, mol" She continued to smile
at him. II knew you weren't one of
those people as soon as l saw you.
That's why l let you go with me so
much. My father is Arthur Graydon,
the big New York DOCTOR"
WHAT" His Jaw dropped from
sheer amazement.
Eyes. am Doctor Graydon's
daughter. Tn glad to know that you
are what you are, because now you
can come to see me In New York"
EYES," he answered, shat will be
fine"
But, somehow, his words failed to
carry conviction. He took up the
oars and rowed slowly toward the
shack which was called a boathouse.
The girl, too, seemed rather thought
fully SILENT and he ventured to glance
at her. He was struck with the sud
den desire to reach over and touch
her hand; but he did not. Neither
said word until the boat struck the
bank with dull thud. Then the man
spoke.
I've got another confession to
make" he said, and this time his
voice was steady. tive just been ~
ing to you. My father is Tom Riker,
and he works in a factory in Hobo
ken. I'm fioor-walker in Tracy's."
"Whatr' This time 1t was the girl
who registered amazement.
yes" he continued. am a four
HnChaF L fhnnarht NJ h.
was only a summer Irritation and that
we would forget about it as soon as
we went home. So l told you was
rich in order to make a good impress
sion. But. as soon as you told me
who you really are, realized that T.
that I-cared for you. But now, 1
guess it's all overr
The girl was silent for a moment,
hut when she spoke her voice equaled
his in frankness.
I've got confession to make, too"
she said softly. II never laid my eyes
on Doctor Graydon; my father is jan
ltor of building on Fulton street."
"Aad you're not reh?" HIS eyes
cleaned hopefully.
No" she answered. Pm poor;
I'm shopgirl in Baumanns"
"Would you marry a man who |
makes eighteen dollars a week."
"Yes." She looked at him bravely.
He took up the oars, his face alight |
with a new understanding.
Let's row out to the end of the
lake" he said
Copyright 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa- |
per Syndicate.)