Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1920-01-08

The gray-suted man stepped out
OF The line and stalked away. 10 the
frank diversion OF the crowd
Cameron glanced arqxnd A girl had
advanced into DIE naiestlc person
plaee: GIRL whose face waS con
cealed from isadger by Wild.
brimmed white hat. The professor
turned back; lhen thoughi Or
! Cured to him. II wuuldnt be any
more than decent So he addressed
the briin Of the white hat. "won't
you let me get your key along with
mine? Then you can SIT in the
shade"
THAT'S very kind Of YOU" spoke q
ripping voice, and the wide-brimmed
hat tilted back little so that Rodger
caught glimpse OF mischieyous black
eyes
Rodger watched the girl walk over
TO rIe pavilion nhd SIT down on E
bench He kept on watching her l,r
cry time he moved up step size
glanced over ut him and smiled. II
was a winning smile, Rodger was
number five in the line now-and
wished he were number sol Anoth-
er smile only three more smiles com
Ing now--possibly an extra one when
he should give her her key. Why he
was actually glad he had comet
The end came too soon. The red
faced man handed Cameron two keys,
The girl stepped up and took one of
them from him pressing a quarter into
his hand With murmured words OF
thanks and a mischevous look as II
she would like to say something more,
she vanished toward the group OF
houses set aside for women.
Half an hour later Rodger Cameron
sat dlsconsolately on the beach Wave
after wave, bright and sparkling in
the morning sun. spilled its foam
fiecked crest at his feet.
Taking sunchallenged all each
bright wave brings" The lines ran
mocklngly. Without his glasses he
couldn't recognize his own mother ten
feet away. How could he ever expect
then to find The girl of the ripply
voice and the smile? She might have
been any one of the numerous women
he had met and passed on his way
out to the raft and back she might
be smiling AT him from somewhere
about right now. Fool that he was
to ruin his eyes hy midnight study
Happy laughter and bantering voices
mingled with the splash of waves.
What did he know about playing7
A higher wave than usual deposited
something animate at his feet The
something stood erect and shook it.
self. Then there was pulling Of abb
breviated skirts Into place-then a
voice, ripping with laughter.
"Not very dignifed approach
That wave caught me mapping. Clio
rious. isn't 1t? Makes one glad TO be
alive. May | sit down here? Really,
Professor Cameron, I'm not as bold as
/ seem. I've taught this whole year
right in the same college with you.
Not that you've been at all aware of
II. | can't flatter myself by thinking
that I'm Stlmson. domestic science"
A sinking feeling smote Rodger right
in the pit OF the stomach. This ripply,
sunshiny creature had been practical
ly at his elbow all winterl What did
fate mean by throwing that knowledge
in his face at this belated day?
Taking unchallenged !"
Was fate, perhaps. giving him an
other chance1
why Miss Stimson--I beg your
pardon And I've been looking every
where for the girl of the smile-the
one got the key for. 1t never oc-
curred TO me"
Just then the mischievous imp who
had brought up the irrevelant verses
from the depths Of the young pro-
fessor's memory grinned at Rodger
around their edge Something bulged
from his shoulder. II dawned on
Rodger that that something was
culver OF arrows