The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-03-16

Tip. You're a poem in that colol
| combination Go tell her we're awful
ly sorry We ate up all the salad, han
and chicken, while we sit out here
and watch for Brooke to take hi:
young life on sight for not telling u:
she was here"
ITS the only decent thing to do
Brixton said, resolutely. He strobe
up the beach, dripping wet, bronzed
and stalwart as Hermes new lighted
on a heaven kissing hill. Miss
Brooke" he called cheerily, ooh, Miss
Brooke"
The girl looked out from the living
room window, and smiled.
I'm in here" she said. Brixtor
| gulped and stared at her. She was
like some tender, rare southern flow
er. Her eyes were blue, with won
derful lashes that Swallowed them
and her hair was dusky and curly
about the most alluring, half shy face
in the world
We're awfully sorry" he blurted
out. you see, we're Bob's college
chums, you know. and he invited us
down for the week end, and then he
wasn't at the station to meet us, sc
we just hooked on to the turnout
Bob never mentioned you at all"
Didn't he?" Her lashes dropped
demurely. but there was smile a
the dimpled corners of her mouth
Wasn't it careless of him? DOM
you think you'd better tell the Other
gentlemen they can get their clothes
I'm busy reading. 1t gets quite coo
along towards evening"
Now, wasn't that thoughtful o
her. boys?" Tip gasped. when the in
vitation was conveyed. Swiftly the,
made for the back Of the bungalow
but even while they donned theil
clothes the black and yellow trap ap
peared again. and therein sat Brooke
The girl went down to greet him, ant
all at once the boys heard peal O
laughter. Brooke tumbled hastily
from the trap, and made for the bacl
of the cottage.
Hello, boys, when you're ready
We'll drive on to my place. It's thu
next cottage along the shore
| Five faces stared at him helplessly
We thought she was your prett.
sister" Brixton said gloomily.
She is my sisters dearest friend
and bully girl. fellows" said Bob
heartily You'll meet her again. Ant
she's not at all angry. Come and b.
introduced. Her name is June Sher
wood, Commodore Sherwood's daugh
ter
June was smiling and blushng a
Bob led the line up. She listened t.
all the apologies, and forgave freely
even the icebox raid. When the.
started, Brixton volunteered to walk
said. AS soon as it had rounded tn
curve of the shore, he went back
and found her still standing on tn
veranda
Il came after the bathing suits" h.
began The boys hung them on tn
back fence, and forgot them"
The one you called Tip too
them" she told him.
Brixton hesitated. A week end Is
lone chance to seize loves flutterin
wings, and hold him prisoner. BriA
ton was only twenty-five. He held GU
his hand for the roses at her belt.
May | have one, please. Mis-
June?'
These are a little withered II
get you fresh one"
Cant l have one of those?"
Something in his voice compelle
her to look down at him as he stoo
waiting at the foot of the wide steps
1t seemed hours, that half minute G
silence, of reading each other
thoughts. She handed him the rose
from her belt.
I'm not going back with the res
Monday" Brixton stumbled ahea
blindly. Can you guess why?"
She shook her head, and drew bac
from the tell-tale eyes. Brixton hes
tated. The boys were shouting dow
the shore. He bent forward, an
kissed the white slim hand that res
ed on the veranda rail-
That's why. Goodbye, princess.
June's chin lifted slightly, but he
voice was tender.
I'VE are very glad to WELDON
guests here in Bel Air. IL hope 20
will stay long"
do you ask me to stay"
II? Why, have only known you
We'll never know each other an
! better than we do this minute" Bri,
ton was famous as center rusl
Shall | stay"
She bowed her head. and he strod
down the shore to join the Others
while June watched him out of sigh
: her conqueror.