Smyrna times., 1918-11-13

the summer"
Lucky girl! Pretty place."
"Have you ordered GeorgeY" called |
Mrs. Allen. "He can check your bag
gage through to destination now; it's
a comfort. Unless you order him early |
he's likely to leave you in the lurch."
'I've attended to everything" said
Edith, and flOated off.
"YOu know" Mrs. Allen said, lean
ing forward, "shes going to the Pine
Beach hotel as a sort of attraction, to
sing. She hasn't enough voice for the
opera, but they say she's great when
she dresses up like q clown and sings
ragtime."
Mr.. Day muttered something about
a walk and passed down the steps.
He returned an hour later to find the
steps deserted, though the presence Of
the cushions seemed to indicate that
the "squatters" would return. He sat
down and began to fan himself. Pres
emily Edith appeared.
"Ohy' she said, 81 thought every one
had gone for ferry ride. L"
"Please sit down and rest" said Mr..
Day. Il think q breeze is coming up"
After a seconds hesitation she sank
into Mrs. Aliens chair.
do you realize" he began, that
this is the first time 1 have been alone
with you for weeks? Not since we
went to "Chin Chin" together"
"Has it been so lOng?" Her voice
was soft and sweet.
Edith, don't talk nonsense. You
know 1 love you"
"Then you must not keep on. The
conclusion would be painful to US
bOth," she answered.
"Why should it be?" The light of
battle was in his eyes.
Il know you could care for me if
you would let yourself"
''It is not So" she replied. as she
| swept through the door and up the hall
stairway.
"Heavensw he exclaimed angrily.
"She's not worth 1t. I'm done with
her."
| 'AIr. Day has decided to go down
to his mothers place on Long Island
for the holiday" announced Mrs. AL
len, as she hustled to get breakfast the
next morning. THAT reminds me,
Jenny, he wants his bag checked for
BellpOrt when George comes for Miss
Fay's trunk. She's off, silly child, with
out any breakfast at all. She met Mr..
Day in the dining room and they al
| cnannod nnah aOf hOo1c opp
when they said good morning. Here's
George now. Jenny, go up with him
and get the checks. BellpOrt, L. l.,
for the bag, and Pine Beach, N. J., for
the trunk. Don't get them mixed, what
ever you do"
'NOw," said the proprietor of the
Pine Beach hotel angrily, "Tll do right
by you if you do right by me. But
you're not doing right when you come
down here without your properties.
You should have seen to it that your
trunk was on the same train with you.
If it Doesn't come on this last train,
you won't need it at ALL"
Here comes the porter nOw," cried
Edith with a new hope. Maybe he's
found it. No, that isn't mine. Mines
a trunk, not bag"
Nevertheless the porter deposited
the suitcase with a tip-eXpecting smile.
Edith glanced at the painted. letters,
''E. L. Day, BellpOrt, L. L." she read.
'YOu need not send again to the
station" she said. "There has been a
mistake. 1 should like to be called for
the first train in the morning"
A bright-eyed wOOdchuck was the
only living thing that shared Edith's
early morning at Pine Beach station.
A train wheezed in, bearing express
packages, papers, trunk and q sOli-
tary passenger.
81 tried to telegraph you when ]
discovered this ridiculous blunder," be
gan Mr.. Day with the distant mien of q
recently rejected suitOr. II took the
last train to New York and the first
1 down here"
'Tm sorry you bothered" said
I Edith. ut doesn't matter now, hC
! doesn't want me-"
"Who doesn't want youl' J. ay de
! manded with fervor.
i "The Pine Beach manor anyone
4 else. I dare say. You see he says
q broke my contract"
i ooh, he does, does he? Wen see 4
! we can't alter his opinion as to con
3 tracts"
q II don't want you to. 1 don't wan
8 any contracts.
8 1t was so still that by-and-by tn,
0 wOOdchuck ventured out again. H
0 stared with beady-eyed gravity upon {
8 young man who dried lady's tears b,
D kissing her eyes. Then he scramble,
} back into the forest, pondering upoi
! the words which had broken the still
ness.