Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-10-20

smiled secretly.
II wonder why he was telling An
gela that the rose garden Is haunted"
she thought. HE knows she is quite
fearless at night and might take to
wandering around the garden to run
our ghost to earthl Strange, Jim new
er spoke to me about the ghost; but,
of course, l am not looking for adven-
lures"
Angela was thinking about the ghost
of the rose garden, and she decided
that the very next moonlight night she
would watch for 1t. Not from the
window" she told herself courageous
ly, "but in the garden itself. Very
likely 1t is only Edna's cook getting a
breath of fresh air after a hard days
work, or 1t might be her sweetheart"
1t rained the next night and the next,
and 1t was not until the third night
that q pale moon showed through the
clouds. Nathan appeared at dinner
that evening, and Angela showed such
q charming embarrassment at meeting
him and Nathan blinked so rapidly be-
hind his glasses that Jim Blake came
to the conclusion that Angela's plea
of waiting for q "hero" to come into
her life vas only an excuse.
Nathan only remained a few min
utes after the meal was concluded.
Jim followed him into the porch for a
quiet word.
"If you should be Swimming around
after dark, old man." he warned his
brother-in-law, "just keep your eye
on Miss Angela. She will be search
ing the rose garden for a ghost. It's
sort of a fad of hers, you know, that
and expecting bold lovers to ride up
on black horses and elope with her.
Just see that no one does 1t, eh?"
"Um-ah" said Nathan rather vague
" as he wandered off toward the fields.
"Done, by Jover' chuckled Jim Blake
as he lighted a cigar.
1t was verging on midnight when
Angela Thornton slipped cautiously
down the front stairs and let herself
into the garden.
The Blakes prided themselves OF
their lovely gardens, especially the
rose garden, which was inclosed In a
high hedge Of Cherokee roses.
The rose garden lay on the other
side Of an expanse of rolling lawns.
Angela, wearing her white frock,
with a pale blue shawl wrapped
around her slender shoulders, went
slowly down the path and stepped on
to the springy turf. The moon, drift
ing In and out of the scudding clouds,
made alternate light and shadow on
the grass.
1t was a pleasant night for ghost
hunting.
Presently there came a thrObbing
sound overhead and a deeper shadow
on the lawn, though now the clouds
had parted to let the moon shine
through quite clearly.
Angela, startled, looked up and saw
a great object bearing down upon her
out of the night sky, a great black
winged thing. No; it was white where
the moonlight touched 1t!
Then it came down, down, reached
the ground, rocked yer the turf and
came to a pause within half a dozen
feet of Angela Thornton.
"Why, It's an aeroplane!" she thought
and clasped her hands in delighted
wonder, for she had never seen n
except in the illustrated papers. THE
poor man has lost his way!"
The aviator had climbed out of his
seat and was coming toward Angela.
Ills was a tall, thin, STOPPING figure
dressed In leather garments and wear
ing close fitting cap and goggles. Over
his arm he carried a big leather coat.
angela" he said deliberately, I've
always wanted to marry you. You re-
member 1 asked you once years ago,
and you called me a simpleton and"-
Nathan" she quavered, for she had
penetrated his disguise. II sent you
away because l was the simpleton. 1
loved you and / wanted to marry you,
but you were not romantic enough for
me. So 1 have waited"-
"Waited for meY" he put In eagerly.
"Of course!'
He turned and waved a hand at the
%aeroplane. "Come with me, then, dear,
and never dare to say that you have
not had an adventure. Slip into this
coat. There! The minister at Woburn
Is waiting for us. oh, I'm a hero-quite
an up to date one, sweetheart. And my
motor will take us to Woburn and our
wedding in a never dreamed
Of by you"
So he plucked a handful of white
roses for a bridal bouquet, and then
he lifted Angela into the passengers
aoat and strained her in. Then he
took the pilots place, started the motor
of his own inventing and presently
they were soaring at a safe height
above the treetops.
The moonlight shone on the cross of
the steeple of the Woburn church and
guided them straight to the minister
and future happiness.
Tho mnanlinht shAnA on the kos,