Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-07-26

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Bart Chalmers had not spoken to
Pauline Randall for over a year. of
course, when they had the quarrel that
had caused all the trouble he believed
he didn't love her and, for the first two
or three months, could even pass her
on the street without feeling a desire
to renew the friendship-for Bart had
pride, too much pride. That vas why
they had quarreled in the first place.
The first inkling he had that he really
loved her came the time he saw her at
a dance with another boy-a fine-look-
ing fellow, too, who monopolized her
company for every dance. She seemed
so wrapped up In her new escort that
she didn't appear to notice that he was
having every dance with pretty little
Bess Keener. Even If she had noticed
1t she would know that there was moth
ing to fear-for Bess' reputation as a
tickle flirt was widely known - Bart
reflected afterward.
Although their quarrel had sepa-
rated them for six months, he thought
that it could be Strengthened out in
some way. 1t required courage to
speak to Pauline again. How would
he go about it? Before he had de-
lcided a lost and Found" advertise
'ment in the morning paper opened a
road for him. "Lost-an orange An
CORA kitten, half-grown; answers to
name of Angela; reward; apply Miss
Pauline Randall, 347 Redan street ~
The minute he read 1t he realized the
opportunity offered him.
At first he thought of going out in
search Of the stray kitten, but after
contemplating, hit upon a better plan.
After making a few inquiries he learn
ed that Mrs. Regain O'De1l dealt In
Angora kittens, and lost no time in
searching her out.
Mrs. O'Dell had an orange Angora
kitten that she assured him was only
half-grown. He paid the price she
asked for It without a moments DELHI
Grafton. although 1t was a steep one.
1t was a timid Bart that approached
Pauline's home, the kitten In a basket
under his arm. There was a man with
a basket just leaving the house. Just
his luck, he thought, the pet had been
returned. His spirits rose when he saw
a yellow cat escape from the basket
and the mar start in pursuit of 1t.
There was a lineup Of people with
cats in baskets ahead of Bart. If the
right n was In n of those baskets
he vas done for, but it was too late to
back out. One by one the people were
taken into the reception room where,
apparently, Pauline was waiting to in
spect the contents of their baskets,
and one by one they came out still
with the cats. Bart Strengthened his
tie and gripped his basket firmly as a
servant showed him to the room where
the inspections had been held.
Pauline, seated In the center Of the
room, looked worn out. She looked up
at his entrance.
'Why-whyl" she gasped, as she
Jumped to her feet in surprise. "Why,
Bart-Mr. Chalmers !"
81 have a cat here" Bart fastened,
as he clutched at his breast to dis
cover if his heart had flown to the
roof of his mouth.
eyes; of course" P~auline's surprise
still had the best of her, but she was
doing her best to appear u~nconcerned.
81 have had so many brought here to-
day. Please let me see the one you
have"
No sooner had Bart taken 1t from
the basket than she had it in her arms.
"Angela, dear" she cried, as she hug
ged it to her, "where have you been.
you naughty kitten? Oh, Bart, where
did you get my cat? I thought she was
lost for good"
"I-I-just found It," Bart stammer-
ed, almost overcome by the success of
his plan. "I did not think 1t was your
cat-that is, not until I saw your adj
'vertisement. I have been waiting out
there for nearly an hour"
"How good of you. I would not have
let you stay there for an instant had
I known"
1t was surprising how many things
they found to talk about. The restored
"Angela" was forgotten for the time
being, but 1t made itself comfortable
on Pauline's lap, where, most likely, it
would have remained undisturbed for
some time had not the servant usher
ed another person with a cat into the
room.
"Here is your cat, Miss Randall" a
voice that Bart recognized Immediately
said. "She just come home to me, half
an hour ago." 1t was Mrs. O'Dell.
"Why, there is some mistake! An
gela has been returned. SeeT" Pauline
said, as she held the other up for in
spection.
"Why, this is Angela's twin sister.
This young mar bought her from me
this morning. They are alike, aren't
"Oh!" was all Pauline said, as she
took the real Angela into her arms.