Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1916-03-29
POSTMARKED BOSTON
By ANNETTE DEARING.
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ONeH uOtlCeu us SiHCt tue season opened Marion stared down at the strip of crescent beach perplexed and frankly indignant. The new life saver stood as usual, leaning back against the tall piling near the life line Ever since the beach had opened : he had been on duty there. stranger 10 all of the regular bathers and sui ficiently good looking to arouse crrj. osity among the girls.
 T think he's college boy earning money for his course, don't you?" Dell ehewed on some grass speculatively. His name is Taylor Crosby. l found out that much, anyway. l asked tue girl at the post office, and he gets a letter every day postmarked Boston, and mails one back every day, direct ed to Miss Pauline Holmes" How perfectly delicious!" Marion exclaimed.
 Fat ones,' Dell added happily.
 Still he looks anxious; so he cant be really engaged yet. Don't you see how anxious he looks?" I1o SuTelS ulu. ENeu SlOOlny.- We might get dad to invite him up to the cottage. Tell him we've heard he's hero, don't you know? I'll coax dad now"
 The major listened to his youngest non-committingly, and sized up the life saver at distance. Seems a decent sort of fellow, Marion,' he said. 'I'll ask Captain Briggs about him. If he reports o. K. you can have him up when you like"
 The report was o. K. Sc MT. Cros- by found himself invited to dinner at Major Farleys cottage. Not only did he come up that first night, out afte' ward, often. It was enough that he was Crosby of Boston.
 .Dad," Dell whispered. one night, perching on the arm of his chair, 'I think Marion's falling in love, don't you?"
 Probably, God bless them both,' re- turned the major genially.
 But Marion never forgot the daily letters coming and going from Bos
  she wondered.
 They had gone down to meet the afternoon boat one Sunday. Taylor had been telling her of his home, and suddenly she saw him stop, alert and keen.eyed, and stare at somebody get ting off the boat.
 "There she is," he said excitedly. "By love, never thought she'd come."
 It was Pauline Holmes. She knew 1t. Something seemed to tell her even before she was aware that Taylor, brimful of pride and happiness, was introducing them.
 Miss Farley, do want you to meet Miss Holmes. I've been trying for six weeks to coax her down to the beach to take the leading part in the new moving picture play Pm putting over The major agrees with me that she's the finest person l could get to play Jess, but it took some patience and perseverance to win her over."
 Miss Holmes laughed as she clasped Marion's hand in hers.
 I'm afraid I haven't MT. Crosby's endurance. You know he wrote me that he'd actually been a life saver here all simmer just to get next to the detail and actual facts. I think he's a wonder. Hardly any one even knew where he had run away to. l think I'll go straight on up to my ho- tel if you don't mind. There's so lo
 After she had gone, Taylor strolled along beside Marion down the walk to the deserted bathing beach. He talked fast enough now. She heard all about his aims and plans.
 q knew you wouldn't mind if had well, not told you all about my self. And I can swim quite decently,. you know. It wasn't putting anything over that was wrong. I hope you don't mind"
 Marion looked out over the old har- bor a. the fishing fleet just coming leisurely in, the old weather-stained sails outlined against the amber and jade-colored sky.
 q don't mind." she said. She's very lovely" ...5r
 "Do you know" he exclaimed sud denly, T used almost to wish that you'd break down some day when you were out wonder swimming so that I could save you?" :.: She did not answer. 4 Marion, do you hear me? Didn't you ever wish anything at all?" Somehow his arm was around her waist, and Marion forgot to look back over her shoulder to be sure that Dell was out of sight. It was wonderfully quiet down there along the beach, with just the gulls flying low and a reed bird calling now and then over the sandhills in the marshes.
 Nothing" she said softly, hanging her head, "only that you wouldn't get so many letters postmarked Boston" Copyright, 1916, by the Mcclure Newspa-
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