Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-05-18

Kitty came to his rescue. "'How to
Live In Europe on a Letter of Discred-
1t-that viii have all the gossips of
kewanee buzZing, mother"
The meal drew to a close happily in
contrast to It's beginning. Mrs. Sher-
man and her daughter rose to pass out
into the reception room. Sherman and
Kimball fingered.
"Ah-h, Willy
"Mr. Sherman
Both began In unison, each some
what furtiye and shamefaced.
Have you any money! The que
ries were voiced as one. For an in
slant confusion; then the older man
looked up into the younger's face-a
bit flushed it was-and guffawed.
mot a postage stamp, Willyi l guess
we're both beggars, and If mother and
Kitty didn't have five trunks between
them this Swiss holdup man who says
he's proprietor of this way station no.
tel wouldn't trust US for a fried egg"
Same here" admitted Kimball.
I'm badly bent"
"They can't keep us down-us Amer
NN' sPhNA hd NACtltu, tdhluS LuG
youths arm and plotting him out into
the reception room. We'll find a way
out If we have to cable for a warship
to come and get u.s."
Just as Sherman and Kimball
emerged from the dining room there
was a diversion out beyond the glass
doors on waterproof street. A small
cart drew up. From its seat jumped
a young woman In a buster and with
a heavy automobile veil swathed I'M
der her chin. To the Arab porter who
had bounded out to the street she gave
directions for the removal from the
cart of her baggage, two heavy suit
cases and two ponderous osier bas-
kets. These latter she was particular
ly tender of, following them into the
hotels reception room and directing
where they should be put before the
desk.
The newcomer was Jane Gerson,
Hildebrand's buyer, at the end of a
motor fight from Paris. In the French
capital she had managed after consid-
cradle difficulty to have an interview
with the American ambassador and
his wife. The latter was completely
won by James story of her anxiety to
get herself and her gowns quickly
back to New York. 1t was the am
bassador's wife who suggested her 60
ing to Gibraltar and who arranged the
necessary details of the trip for her.
|. Cool, capable, self reliant as on the
night she saw the bastions of the cap
ital's outer forts fade under the white
spikes of the searchlights, Jane strobe
up to the desk to face the smiling
Almer.
as this a fortress or a hotel?" she
challenged.
"a hotel, lady, a hotel" Almer pur-
red. "a nice room-yes. Win the
lady be with US long?"
"Heaven forbid! The lady is going
to be IN the first ship leaving for New
York. And IL there are no ships I'll
look over the stock of coal barges you
have in your harbor." She seized a
pen and dashed her signature on the
register. The Shermans had pricked
UP llSlI toIS at lAC ACh1OAiCl . h1ob
words. Now Henry ]. pressed for
ward, his face glowing welcome.
"An American, a simon pure citizen
of the United States! l thought so.
Welcome to the little old Rockp' He
took both the girls hands impulsively
and pumped them. Mrs. Sherman,
Kitty and Willy Kimbal crowded
around, and the clatter of voices was
instantaneous: by auto from Paris!
Goodness mer' mot a thing to eat
for three days but rye breadT' Prom
Strassburg to Luneville in a farmers
wagonr' Each in a whirlwiad OF
ejaculation tried to Guido the others
story of hardship and priyation.
The front doors opened again, and
the sergeant and guard who had ear
lier carried off Fritz, the barber, en-
tered. Again gun butts thumped omi-
nously. Jane looked over her shoulder
at the khaki coated men and confided
to the Shermans:
81 think that mans been following
me ever since 1 landed from the ferry"
81 have" answered the sergeant,
stepping br1skly forWard ana salutlng.
you are a stranger on the Rock. You
come here FROM
From Paris by motor to the town
across the bay, then over here on the
ferry" the girl answered promptly.
what about it,"
"Your name?"
Jane Gerson. Yes, yes, it sounds
German, l know. But that's not my
fault. Pm an Americana redhot
American, too, for the last two weeks"
The sergeant's face was wooden.
"Where are you going?'
ITO New York on the Saxonia just
as soon as l can. And the British
army can't stop me-"
"Indeedw The sergeant permitted
himself a fleeing smile. From Paris
by motor, Ell? Your passports, please"