The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-08-30

ing green and white OF the waves ne
caught the glimpse Of her red hair and
her white face coming nearer.
When he rose to the surface again,
still wrlthing In that awful cramp. II
was to see the solacing red OF her hair
close beside him, to feel the support
of her arms under his shoulders.
II cannot carry you in," she painted,
but / can hold you up until help
comes. Can you shOut2"
He nodded and shouted honrsely,
A boat put hastily Off from shore
and two or three life-savers took them
in.
II declare, If 1t isn't Mr., Delmore "
marveled one of the men as he ap-
piled flask to Larry's pale lips.
Jean, white and exhausted, sat up
and looked at the young giant she had
rescued, Was 1t possible that this
handsome blond youth had been the
tOw-headed little boy whose tnunt had
rankled SO long? 1t could not be pos
NlblN Nlitll FlNs b'hll A&l'NhH AA'N' ~ -
the means OF saving this champion
swimmers life,
About that time Jean tainted away
and ii was a half hour later In her own
room ut the hotel that she sat up in
bed, warm and dry, and uttered re
mark that caused her worried father
to stare.
~ suppose | must have looked like
Il lighthouse to Mr.. Delmore," she said,
"Then you are all right my dear?'
asked Mr., Lloyd.
Fright us can be, daddy" she
smiled.
II was late in the afternoon when
Larry Delmore was admitted to the
Lloyds' private parlor to express his
gratitude.
Jean, pale and lovely, met him with
curious look in her eyes.
Larry stumbingly expressed his
thanks. No man, he declared after
ward, could govern his tongue while
that vision smiled at him.
"You looked like an angel to me-
he finished in Il rush of words; "you
We're lighthouse Of hope, toward
which tried to swim ~
Jean laughed musically Her eyes
sparliled. DO you know, Mr.. Delmore,
that this is not the first time you have
referred to my hair by calling me a
lighthouseT
"Oh, you don't understand - he pro-
tested, Il never thought Of your love
ly hair. / swear | never saw anything
save your eyes, and those are blue.
You never heard of Il blue light"
mo, | never did" interrupted
Jean, but ! have been on Quetchet
beach before, Mr.. Delmore. Fifteen
years ago / was n tive-ycar.old girl
with red curls; you were tow-headed
boy who called me lighthouse, be-
cause of the color of my hair. I've
hated you ever since she ended
calmly.
Larry Delmore stared. Il remem-
ber," he confessed. Il was a little
duffer in those days. Believe me, Miss
Lloyd, I've gotten over it, really! l
recollect that you pulled your Sunbon'
net down over your curls and ran
away crying. l was ashamed Of myself.
Why didn't you slap me?"
Jean laughed, and with her laugh
ter went the last flicker of her smol-
dering resentment toward Larry Del
more.
One morning hc went down to the
sea again and as it had happened be-
fore he saw Jeans head far out in the
surf. He plunged into the water and
soon came up with her. They faced
each ether in the golden glory of
new day.
Jean" he said quietly, Pm going TO
call you my lighthouse once more.
You have shown me a safe hnrbor of
love; the light OF your eyes has
guarded its entrance. Shall ! have
safe voyage homer
And the steady glance of her eyes
for Il moment and then met
his fairly. Their first kiss was bathed
in the golden rays of the rising sun.