Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-02-25

"WelI, Why Don't You Kiss Me, HaII?"
shall want to be amused all my life
especially when I'm married"
"Heavens! Do you consider that
we are engaged?"
She looked at him with surprised
eyes. Her fishing was approaching a
climax. She began to wind in her line
to short length, speaking incisively.
"See here, Hall, you're not trying to
get out Of it, or anything, are you?"
Hall gasped, wearied with the duel.
"Now, Carolyn, let me explain just
how it is-Ill have to tell you some
thing-I want to-hang it-you make
1t so damned hard for me-what |
mean is"
Carolyn rose and looked him in the
eye. She laid her hand on him; and,
soft as was its touch, he felt as If it
were gripping him like a handcuff.
Hall, see here! Are you trying to
get out of it, or aren't you! Just tell
me thatl"
"Why-why, 1 think you're carrying
luo JOhC a llIbAO NJ lait SaAOAgAt t1dL .
all-honestly l dol"
Carolyn now had him at the edge of
the boat. She jerked him in with a
laugh. my dear old Hail." she said,
and her voice was honey-sweet, I'm
carrying it only far enough to want to
wear that ring you bought today for
me. Where is it," She actually be-
gan to feel in his waistcoat pocket.
He backed off in terror. Il haven't
any ringl"
Carolyn smiled. well, never mind.
We don't want anyone to know just
yet, anyway, do we? Rings can wait.
Now come owe here and sit down,
n I'll tell you exactly what we're go
ing to do" She proceeded to lead
him, too dazed to resist. toward the
couch where they sat down together.
Now be brave" she said, smiling,
I'll let you hold my hand. You do
just what l say, and you'll never re-
greet it. l hate engagements; they
have neither the excitement of court
ship, nor the satisfaction of matri-
mony. So, at just nine o'clock tomor-
row morning, you are going to call on
me and we'll toddle down to a justice
of the peace. Well just cut out the
white veil and downcast eyes and
everything. All you'll have to do is to
put a gold band on my finger; and my
share will be to say I will and become
Mrs. Hall Bonistelle. What's the mat
teri"
Hall was staring toward the door.
my cousin JONAS" he said.
ooh, bother!" Carolyn's eyes shot
fire. "Just as we want to arrange
everything"
Jonas Hassingbury, tall and gaunt,
eating a lettuce sandwich, strolled in,
as cool and s-elf-possessed as the most
experienced cotillion leader in town.
He was perfectly sure of himself;
without wealth, or power or social
training, he was blessed with an ego
ism that a king might have envied.
Jonas had never been embarrassed in
his life.
Hall looked at him, for the first time
with relief, and rose.
Miss Dallys," he said, "let me pre-
sent my cousin, Mr.. Hassingbury."
Jonas put the sandwich behind his
back, and bowed. Carolyn looked up
at him, annoyed.
"Dallys?" Jonas queried, never
heerd O. that name before, to my
knowledge. What be ye, Portuguese"
With the grace of a veteran, he
dropped down beside her on the couch.
At any other time Carolyn would
have welcomed his quaint charm. But
her eyes were now for Hall, and she
was anxious. Her answer was vague.
Jonas, however, did not appear to
notice it. His work was plain. He
had to make himself attractive, and
get rid of Hall. He launched forth,
therefore, on a description of the town
of Branford while Carolyn yawned be-
hind her fan.
At the first pause Hall broke in. by
jove, Carolyn, I've got to get some
photographs in my room l promised to
show Mr.. Doremus! Cousin Jonas will
take care of you all right, Carolyn.
He's a great man for the ladies!" and