The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1919-01-02
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Copyright. 1915 the Mcclure Newspa.
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When Larry Delmore was ten years
old he had stood on the beach at
Quetchet and filing taunt at the lit
tie girl with filming red hair who
had wrinkled. se at him.
"Redhead1 ed Larry ungal-
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net over geous curls and sour.
ried away Is her nurse.
"Nurse!'' pouted Jean. IAN a
lighthouse because my hair is redy'
"No-no-Miss JEAN" laughed nurse,
looking up from her sewing; "your,
hair is very pretty, indeed, just like
your mammals; you mustn't mind what,
that naughty little Delmore boy says!'
II shan't mind Bit" said Jean,
comforted; but in spite of her resolu-
ton the memory of the taunt fingered
and ranked, so that as the years went
by she grew positively to dislike the
name of Delmore-especially Larry
Delmore-and she was always hearing
it, although they never met after that
summer.
Larry Delmore was the sort of young
man whose name is always confronting
one. He excelled in everything. He
was honor man Of his class at college,
a famous halfback, the driver of
winning automobile in a famous race,
an aviator, a musician, and last, but
not least, an excellent business man.
Jean Lloyd heard of these things in
her remote boarding school and later
at the fashionable finishing school, but
always she discounted his cleverness
by her bitter recollection of his taunt
that midsummer day Is years ago.
II could never endure him." she told
her best friend one day. "A. horrid,
grubby little tow-headed boy! I can
fancy just how disagreeable he must
be now"
Miriam Smith looked wide-eyed at
Jean. "Haven't you met him since
them" she wondered.
Jean shook her glorious, ruddy-
crowned head.
From his towering height Larry Del
more looked across tie hotel ballroom
and saw TALL graceful girl gowned
in white. About her snowy throat was
twisted wonderful string of pearls,
and, save for the high-piled masses Of
her hair, there was not a bit Of color
about her. Do M. .5"-- @.a
"Who is that girl?" he asked the first
man lie met.
The man glanced in the direction
Indicated by Larry's eager gray eyes.
"You mean the one with golden hair?"
he asked. @'t4 @#a y.
''No, no." protested Larry, "the tall
girl in wbite-the girl with auburn
hair" o.. %
"Oh, you mean Miss Lloyd-Jean
Lloyd. May present you?''
"Not just now.'' decided Larry, and
for some inexplicable reason he turned
his back on Miss Lloyd's beautiful
face and wandered out to the balcony.
'"There is something very striking
about that girl" thought Larry, pluck
ing at the geraniums in the flower
boxes. "Confounded funny feeling I
had when Morton offered to introduce
me. I wanted to 60 like the dickens,
but--somehow, she had such naughty
poise to her head that I'm deucedly
afraid she wouldn't be as charming as
she looked. I'm going to find out
later" .rt'
When he returned to the ballroom
Miss Lloyd had disappeared, and he
saw her no more that night. By
careful inquiry he learned that she
and her father were stopping at the
Quetchet hotel for the season.
The next morning he arose with
the sun and went down to the ocean
for his early swim. He had the beach
to himself save for one lone swimmer
who was breasting the surf with easy
bathing cap he decided at first. A fur
Their inspection revealed that the glis-
tening copper glory was browning the
head of Jean Lloyd and that her head
was uncovered.
So Larry plunged into the sea and
disported himself like young por-
poise. Larry Delmore was a swim
mer Of note in addition to his other
accomplishments, and when he saw
Miss Lloyd's glowing head turned
steadily out at sea while the flash Of