The Nevada County picayune., 1921-03-03
TRICKlNG JACK
By MILDRED WAITE.
osA lssl. western Newspaper Cnlon)

gone C0ND 10 the seq Iofeu UT sula. but her too constant interest in my welfare fretted ne. until felt like an imprisoned bird. Poor soul, she was ever fearful lest the sun be too hot or the breeze 100 cold, or the walk too tirine down the beach.
 So l rau through the early dewy morning down 10 the waters edge. and l wore my bathing suit beneath long coat. And when l had ioated for awhile in the sunlIt waters, l came again to the beach and wrapped in the plaid cloak, sat drying TOY hair.
 The slight adventure Of eluding Ur- venturous spirit. so that J was not sur prised at that early hour to hear mans voice st my elbow, For the man was but part of my adventure, you see. 'til l turned 10 look into his face Then, well, have heard of such things before. and have scoffed at them, but here was no more care-free adventure for he, but woman's love, come st first sight. He was just my man; the one ] had dreamed of un- consciously, and had known in my heart that I should one day meet So 1t had been easy to be indifferent 10 the others who came seeking. in my waiting for him. Now he was here. He had come from 8 brisk walk, it seemed down the shining read, and hod ctn sAr hpnosb ns air At least that Is what my man thought, so straight and tall; but his stopping was reslly--to find me. Ursula would have mocked at my romancing, but knew. l fell into conversation with him easily. and he fingered and dropped hslf reluctantly to the sands at my side, and ] learned that he was study ing, through difficulties, to be civil engineer. and was now taking short vaca ton that friend had suggest ed this seaside resort. and l happened 10 know the friend he named. But did noi tell him So. Neither did ] tei my own name, or aught of my af- fairs but arose quickly at sound Of the seven o'clock whistle and ran on up the sands just waving my hand in farewell l surmised that my man af the dark kindly eyes was stopping at the more medestly appointed, Bon View" pear he wood, with the com paDiou whom he had named. And. accidentally. l came upon the two to- gether that afternoon as almost rounded fbe bench-tree in the park. They We're sealed beneath the tree. and when heard what they said withdrew without being observed.
 "You must stay" Ned Fane, the friend Was saving Miss Dewitt Smith k here You must meet her. Jack
 And then II was rhat heard myself refuied he Woull have none of me. this dear big-Jach My name was known to him, through tue papers. He well. in his own half-sneering words. he would nat aspire"
 So >ef ont To trick him. Happiness k Such < rare and beautiful thing, that "ne must Hot let it escape when il brushes by. leaving ones life forever desolate
 l bought two little singham dresses at the village store. just two. no more, a pink and blue. The rustic straw hat they sold me was most becoming. l loved its stiff blue bow and Its pink. pink rose. And l was seated in the only seat all He train that could ac- commodate just one more. The dis daiuful Jack person. l earned, was going back fa The city ihai morning. And. more thau this. knew the name or lhe ~iaaI 1ovu where bis own pro- pie u,ed Mr Jack BeNnrs visited often ihore
 l Daa Geft hr,ef note ah Ursula f.1oV would take good care of my self. promised her, and be back be farc ibe end of the season. And Hloseh t6at uas the extent af my in- formation. l felt free aud conscience clear as my big man entered the car and came straight To my side He re- memhcred that early morning meeting you see, and accepted he fact of my prov ueul appearance happily. And as We rode chatting together, he pro fe>>ed himself pleased at the discov- cry that my residence was to he in his own home town.
 l. was not difficult for me 10 obtain board fin that town, when offered to help with household tasks. and in my new position was having a very good time
 sat on the tiny porch at evening, and saw mneh, very much. of Jack. l called him Mir Bevor, politely. The disapproval of his family troubled me not at all. nor the uncharitable specu- lation concerning myself In the vil- lage. wore my pink gingham and my blue gingham, and kept them fresh. and Mr. Jack told me how love ly I would look in silks and lawn and we were married, Yes. we were. with the country minister's daughter. only, for witness. cried. at leaving the. kind people who had hetripnded