Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-07-19

same costume as the day DeIOre. NOr
was she disappointed to find the young
man already on hand. In the bottom OF
q canoe lay a neat bundle of wearing
apparel.
Thought I'd row across this morn
ing so 1 could bring my clothes, and
after we have our dip, I'd like to ac-
cept yesterdays invitation" and as the
questioning look left her face, he add
ed: "Tm camping by myself-and it's
lonesome"
Bully" she cried, striking her palms
together ~man-fashion, land then it'll be
tennis after breakfast?"
Quite naturally he took her hand as
they waded into the water until the
depth permitted swimming. That morn
ing they raced beneath the water,
springing above the a like flying
fish, diving in every conceivable posi-
tion-and in all the young man exc
cuted, the girl gamely followed suit.
Tired and b~reathless, they foated on
their backs toward shore. And the
porch dowagers shook their heads
Ominously as the laughter of the two
figures chasing each other up and down
the sand, came family to their ears.
But neither were prepared for the
change clothes made. He had not quite
expected to see this boyish girl trans
formed into the vision standing before
him, just a trife taller in the low
heeled tennis shoes; nor, 1t must be
admitted, had Gloria anticipated the
very good impression this white han-
neled man seemed to be making upon
the hotel guests who CHANGED to see
him. And although such admiring
glances, i~ll-concealed, did not displease
her, she was wondering if the others
noticed how carefully his finger ran
down the price column of the bill Of
fare. But his seeming parsimony did
not mar the ten wonderful days they
swan, romped and played together-a
very brief span of time indeed as the
h~ourglass goes, but a sweet eternity
of delight to the two who had found
companionship in n another.
1t was a sun, barely two hours
awake, which looked down upon the
sorrow of their parting.
"Glory," the young man finally spoke,
"these days have beer like a wonder
full dream to me. 1 must wake up
now"
do you want my address?" she
tearfully and practically asked.
NO" he murmured, and turned
away.
Gloria gasped. His answer was en-
tirely unprecedented in the annals of
lovemaking.
"Did you say no. Jack?" she repeat
ed, incredulously.
He turned around and held out his
hand. Trust me, little girl" he softly
asked, wait for me one year. viii
your"
Quite uncomprehendingly, Gloria
shook his hand.s Head bent, she turned
toward the hotel. And though her
heart told her that Jack belonged to no
other, her reason babe her forget how
very much he had come to mean to
her.
Fall, winter and spring came and
went, and with summer arrived Nor
harbor's perennial colonists. Gloria,
with a charming array of new frocks,
appeared as cheerful, winsome and
pretty as ever, but exhibited a listless
attitude toward her favorite recreation
of swimming.
On the third day of her stay, Gloria
arose earlier than the other guests and
made her way to the lake. AS If to
leave all her cares behind, she dove
from the pier with a high spring and
came up-in the arms of Jack Turner.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, trying to
free herself from his tight embrace.
Deity he tucked her in the crook
of his left arm, and striking out pow
erfully with his right, in a few mo-
ments stood her on the sand. Pleasure
at his presence and indignation at his
conduct fought for control.
"Gloryl y he commanded, and G Won
derful happiness danced in his eyes.
"Will you marry me?"
Gloria gasped. "Then you're not al
ready married?"
"Of course not. What put that idea
into your head?'
"Well, why did you leave me that
way last summer?"
"a man without money can't ask a
girl who can afford the luxuries Of this
hotel, to marry him, a he?"
"No."
$50 all winter I've had my shoulder
to the wheel, and" he added, nervous
ly, "if you're willing, 1 can give you
the luxuries you are accustomed to"
But, deal boy" she laughed delight
eddy, 'Tm just a poor, foolish steno'
grapher who spends her winter saw
ings in two e~xtravagant weeks"
n:o NoIIia lie Hhauffour