Payette enterprise. (Payette, Canyon Co., Idaho) 1909-1935, 1916-07-06
POsTMARKED BOSTON
BY ANNETTE DEARING.

Op6uSu. MdTlOu bldlou 0OWu dL Ill
strip of crescent beach perplexed an
frankly indignant. The new life save
stood as usual, leaning back agains
the tall piling near the life line.
Ever since the beach had opene
he had been on duty there, strange
to all of the regular bathers and sui
ficiently good looking to arouse curl
osity among the girls.
IT think he's college boy earning
money for his course, don't your Del
chewed on some grass speculatively
His name is Taylor Crosby. / fount
out that much, anyway. / asked the
girl at the post office, and he gets q
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 can't
be really engaged yet. Don't you see
how anxious he looks?"
He surely did. Even gloomy.
I'VE might get dad to invite him up
to the cottage. Tell him we've heard
he's a hero, don't you know? I'll coax
| dad now"
The major listened to his youngest
non-committingly and sized up tho
life saver at distance.
Seems a decent sort of fellow,
Marion" he said. 'Tll ask Captain
Briggs about him. II he reports o. K.
you can have him up when you like. :"
The report was o. K So Mr.. Cros-
by found himself invited to dinner at
Major Farley's cottage. Not only did
he come up that first night but after
ward, often. 1t was enough that he
was Crosby Of Boston.
Dad" Dell whispered, one night,
perching on the arm Of his chair, Il
thinh Marion's falling in love, don't
your"
Probably, God bless them both," re-
turned the major genially.
But Marion never forgot the daily
letters coming and going from Bos-
ton Not that she would ask him, but
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 excitedfy.
"By Jove, never thought she'd come"
It was Pauline Holmes. She knew
it. 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 I'm putting
over The major agrees with me that
she's the finest person | 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 1 haven't Mr.. Crosby's
endurance You know he wrote me
that he'd actually been life saver !
here all summer 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.
think I'll go straight on up to my ho-
tel IL you don't mind. There's 30
much to be done tomorrow.
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.
81 knew you wouldn't mind IL 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. hope you
lon't mind"
Marion looked out over the old har-
,or a the fishing fleet lust coming
eisurely in, the old weather-stained
iails outlined against the amber and
ade-colored sky.
'T don't mind" she said. She's
.ery lovely"
.po you know he exclaimed sud-
Ienly, II used almost to wish that
'ou'd break down some day when you
we're out yonder swimming 30 that l !
ould save your"
She did not answer.
Marion, do you hear me? Didn't
ou ever wish anything at all?"
Somehow his arm was around her :
yaist and Marion forgot to look back :.
yer her shoulder to be sure that Dell
vas out Of sight It was. wonderfully ;
uiet down there along the beach, With /,
lst the gulls flying low and q reed
ird calling now and then over the 4,
in the marshes
Nothing" she said softly, hanging :
er head, only that you wouldn't get i,
0 many letters postmarked Boston" a
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per Syndicate)
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