Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1920-12-03
A Timely Signal
Pv WALTER J. A
y 1920. Western Newspaper Union.)

,-.,rbman's shanty a dainty white
tand was extended, waving a warning
rod DAG. The automobile in which
wade Dysart and his friend, Nelson
prnury. we're seated had already halt
ed.
"HumphP I" calculated the latter, "as
Won can see a train coming half a
mile away down the rails in either
direction, it seems to me that all this
notification of peril is somewhat SUI
%perluous."
Popl At that moment, as the train
Numbered by, there was a disturbing
EXPLOSION, and Dysart got out of the
machine to view a fiat rear tire.
"Perhaps. 1t is better to heed Sig
nails on all OCCASIONS" observed by.
sart. "a blowout or a dead engine
going across the rails might mean dis
aster. See here, Prouty, I have no ex-
ira tube. I noticed a garage just back
a bit. Won't you run back and get a
tube, while l get things ready to put
1t in"
"Sure thing" responded the agree
able and accommodating Prouty, and
eteered by the wheel while Dysart
pushed the machine to one side, and
then Prouty started on his mission.
Dysart had the tire all ready for the
insertion Of a new tube within ten
minutes, but Prouty did not appear.
In fact, the latter did not find the espe-
cial tube he was ordered to get at the
first garage, and had to go some dis
lance to the only other one in the
town.
"the Waterman" came out of the
shanty, and Dysart was surprised and
gratified to catch sight of a neatly at
tired, beauty-faced girl of about eight
cen, the owner of the pretty hand that
had previously attracted his attention.
She waved the flag to halt a farm
er's wagon on the other side of the
railroad, and then as the train passed
went back into the shanty. Not for
many a moon had Wade Dysart seen a
more attractive being.
He could not resist the impulse to
stroll towards the little structure. She
nodded pleasantly as he faced the
open window.
"a breakdown, and waiting for my
friend" he remarked, more from the
hope of putting in the time engaging
in conversation than anything else.
ut is always best to follow the
rules" she replied.
"You seem to be at home here" said
Dysart, noticing a book. a fan and a
comfortable rocking chair.
"Only for the past two days." re-
piled the girl. "The regular Waterman
is Mr.. Martin, and I live at his house
at present. Some M had to act as
substitute, so I volunteered"
II see," observed Dysart thoughtful
ly, but somewhat mystified, for the girl
did not suggest the typical village
maiden or the humble and obscure.
Just then Prouty appeared There was
no excuse for further conversation, and
Dysart went back to the automobile.
"Stop." he soliloquized. "It was
worth stopping"
Ado SUI 1hIO hCS
many times during the next week or
two his sister, who was engaged to
Prouty, asked the latter.
II have noticed he has missed me
several mornings and evenings" re-
piled Prouty.
Yes, and came home two nights
from a long spin, and I found a lady's
veil in the car"
"Ah!" nodded Prouty significantly;
that looks suspicious"
And a card with a notation on it
Order at Penville the six newest pho
nograph records. Send by train to
Miss Ada Rigley, Penville.'"
"Penville," ruminated Proaty intel
ligently, aroused at once. "That IA
where Dysart met that pretty girl TAX
Ing the watchman's place."
THE strange thing is, / know a Miss
Ada Rigley in the city. They are a
quite prominent family, and l saw by
the paper she was summering at Pen
Vile. I did not mention my discovery
to Wade. He is so queer"
Queer, secret ,. and stealing a
march on me reflected Prouty. 81
fancy | will investigate"
Which the close friend of Wade Dy-
sart proceeded at once to do. Two
evenings later when Dysart drove the
attractive young lady of the watch
mans shanty to the home where she
was staying, that of the Waterman,
and turned homeward bound, Prouty
ran his machine close beside him,
nailed him, and both came to a halt.
u see you have been improving the
time" greeted Prouty.
Naturally. after meeting the most
charming young lady l have ever
known" replied Wade unblushingly.
Notwithstanding the poor and hum
Die guise of a watchman's relative?"
"Oh. Miss Rigley never posed as
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