Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-09-13

concentrate on anything her talkative
brother was saying.
After young Stanton had gone, the
two of them stood there in the road
and inspected each other silently.
Then they turned without a word and
walked back to the steps of the club
house.
"Are you coming in?" she asked.
"Not tonight" he said. ut would
spoil it all. Perhaps tomorrow. Will
you be here tomorrow afternoon?"
81 don't know, 1 suppose So" she an
swered absently.
Perhaps you think l W you an
apology" he said, but Pm not sorry,
so l CAM very well apologize, a ~
81 D not" she agreed with a
little shrug. at was all a-a-mistake,
and anyway-it would be terrible for
a girl to have to face the fact that
she'd kissed a man against his will"
And with a slight laugh she skipped
up the steps and disappeared within.
The next afternoon Enderly found
Stanton senior in the locker room at
the club.
"Well, Charley" exclaimed that in
dividual genially, back among your
own again? No more to dwell in
heather lands, Ell? Had any golf
lately?"
"Got some news for you, Stanton.
Met Charley in town yesterday. What
do you think of that?"
Stanton frowned. '"That cub dis
graced the Stantons forever. Got
mixed up with a chorus girl to the
tune of fifteen thousand dollars, n l
couldn't afford it, either. Thought his
mother'd never be able to hold up her
head againv' He looked around
stealthily. Flows the boy lookin'?"
he asked.
"Fine-and making good in every
way. He's working with Rodgers u
Weeks, competitors of yours. Said 1t
might be a good thing to know the
business some day in case you might
need him."
did he say that?" demanded Stan
ton.
''That and a lot more. He's a fine
boy, Stanton. Good blood in him."
"By George, Enderly, I've missed
hat boy" said the older man, sitting
down heavily on the bench. Husky
good-looking young devil, and just SO
full of pep he didn't know what to do
with 1t ALL"
"VShy don't you send for him?" per-
suaded Enderly, with his hand on the
others shoulder. Hes had his lesson.
Let me telegraph for him to come
home"
Up in the hall Enderly finished tele-
phoning and stepped from the booth
lust as Grace Stanton and her daugh-
ter entered.
"Why, Charley Enderly !" exclaimed
Mrs. Stanton, catching his two hands
eagerly. ada, dear, this is the young
man who used to fish you out of the
creek; you used positively to adore
him."
did II" said Miss Stanton indiffer-
emily, looking out of the window.
ada Stanton, if you aren't nice to
Charley Enderly, I'll shake you," said
her mother impatiently.
my goodness, ma'am," exclaimed
that young lady grimly, what do you
want me to do-kiss him?"
at wouldn't be the first time
laughed her mother, recalling the aw-
full past of Ada's childhood.
Nor the last, maybe" grinned En-
derby, leading the reluctant Ada out
toward the veranda.
Half an hour later, Stanton senior
had driven wild into a small clump of
woods just beyond the third green,
and while hunting for the ball he OBJ
served to his dismay a girl and a man
sitting on a log. The party of the
first part was his daughter and she
was being kissed-and seemed to like
it, whereat Stanton pushed the eager
caddie out and hurried away. "Los.
ball." he chuckled.
And that night he contided to his
spouse as they prepared for bed. I'M
mediately Mrs. Stanton marched into
her daughters room for an interview.
but she Iounu Aud qulle unShoHn0u
though full of shy-eyed wonder at the
love that had surprised her, so Grace
Stanton returned to her husband in
awe.
"My word! !" she murmured. "This
is the age of speed. Those two are
engaged"
And then she cried-because, well
mothers are queer, sometimes.