Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-11-20
)ntiuued FROM Fiji
CHAPTER III.

The Name OF the Happy Man,.
@1NCELLENT train, 1t seemed
fairly to fly for little while,
then another stop. Beauty
IL wildly anxious on the seat of
ancient plush. Another start-a stop
and a worried but musical voice in
Dick Minot's ear:
"I beg your pardon, but what should
you say are this trains chances for
reaching San Marco by o'clockT'
Nfinot turned. Brown eyes and trou-
bled ones looked into his. A dimple
twitched beside an adoSble mouth.
Fortunate Florida, peopleA with girls
like this.
'I should say" smiled MIR. Mlnot.
'.about the same rs those of the IA
nous little SNOWFALL that strayed far
frcn home"
"Oh, you're rightv' Why would she
fdget soS "And I'm in a frightfully
uncomfortable position. I simply must
reach San Marco for luncheon at 1.
mustG' She clinched her small
hands. ITS the most important lunch
con of my life. What shall l do?"
Mr. Minot glanced at his watch.
at is now twenty minutes of To- he
said. "My advice to you is to order
lunch on the train"
ut was so foolish of me-" cried the
girl. II ran UP to Jacksonville In a
friends motor to do little shopping.
/ should have known better. I'm al
ways doing things like this
""Almost like football game" said
MInot blithely. Third down-five
yards to go, oh. by Jove, there's a
town on my side"
"Not a trace of town on mlne," she
replied.
ITS the dreariest. saddest town 1
ever saw" Minot remarked. so, of
course. fits name is Sunbeam. And
&. .look-what do you see there beside the
stationv'
"An automobilew the girl cried.
well, an automobiles ancestor, at
any rate" laughed Minot-"vintage of
1905. Say, l have a suggestion now.
If the chauffeur thinks he can get you
I mean us-to San Marco by l
o'clock shall we
But the girl was already on her way.
The lean, lank, weary native who
lolled beside the passe automobile was
startled speechless for a moment by
the sight of two such attractive WIS.,
itors in his unattractlve town. Then
he remembered.
want a taxi, mistsr?" he inquired
Take You up to the Sunbeam House
for quarter apiece
"Yes, we do want taxi Minot be-
gan.
"To San Marcor' cried the girl
breathlessly. Can you get us there
by o'clock?"
Toto Say. lady" stammered the
rustic chauffeur, that train you just
got off of is going TO San Marco"
"Oh, no, It isn't" N1inot explained.
I'VE know better. It's going out into
the country to lie down under shade
tree and rest"
The train Is too slow" said the girl
'T must be in San Marco before 1
o'clock. Can you get me-us-there by
then? Speak quickly, pleasew
The effect Of this request on the
chauffeur was to induce even greater
confusion.
"T-to-to San MarcoT' he stumbled.
"W-well, say, that's a new one on me.
Never had this car out o. Sunbeam
yet"
please! Plcaser the girl pleaded.
Lady" said the chauffeur, I'D do
anything could within reason
"Can you get us to San Marco by
O'clock? 2" she demanded.
IL amt no prophet. lady"-a humor-
GUS gleam came into his eye-"but ever
since 1 got this car l been feelin' sort
o. reckless. If you say so I'll bid all
my family and friends goodby, and
We'll take a chance on San Marco to-
tether."
That's the spiritw laughed Minot.
"But forget the family and friends"
The car rolled asthmatically from the
little settlement and out into the sand
and heat of a narrow road.
Eight miles to San Marco" said
the driver out of the corner Of his
mouth. "Sit tight I'm going to let
her out some"
Again Dick Minot glanced at the
girl beside him. Fate was In n jovial
mood today to grant him this odd ride
In the company of one so charming.
Mtnot tried to think of some sprlght.
ly remark, but his usually agile tongue
remained silent What was the mat
ter with him? Why should this girl
seem different, somehow, from all the
other girls he had ever met? When
he looked into her eyes q food of
memories, little sad, of all the happy
times he had ever known overwhelm-
ed him-memories of a starlit sea, the
red and white awnings of a yacht, the
wind whispering through the trees on
hillside, an orchestra playing in the
distance-memories of old and happy,
faroff things, oil times when he was
even younger, even more In love with
life. Why should this be? He won
dered.
AID the girl. looking at him, won
dered too. Was he suddenly bereft Of
his touo11e3