The St. Johns herald., 1922-04-13
The Modern
 Methods
By RUBY DOUGLAS

water after a vigorous swim. He had been passing Bayville Beach in his little roadster, and the waves called to him to come in and cool off.
 He had parked his car far off the road, locked its motor and dOnned a bathing suit in the convenient pavilion. Now, instead of returning, he was lured to further truancy from his salesman's duty in these suburban parts. He wanted to lie on the sand and dream in the sun. He flung him. self down.
 Overhead, he could hear the chug- chug of a hydroplane motor, but the sound and sight had become so or dinary since he had been located on Long Island that he did not even look up.
 Suddenly something whlzzed through the air and imbedded itself in the sand not six feet from him.
 He sat up. He looked up. The hy- droplane was going on its way toward the entrance to the harbor. He looked at the sand where the missile had struck. The bottom of a bottle was visible
 "Literally hurled at my head" he gasped.
 He unearthed a bottle which seemed to be stuffed full of newspaper. "The proverbial message in a -bottle-from sentimental adventurer."
 He began to dig out the crushed paper, and as he did so he discovered tiny folded note. AS he strengthened It. out to read 1t he felt like the hero in play. He looked about; he did not wish to be caught at such trick.
 "Am being kidnapped. Here is the key to my house. Kidnappers expect motor boat to meet them at Hunting wherer'
 George searched in the crumpled paper for the key. He found it.
 ''The handwriting is the fashionable scrawl of a girl of today" he decided. He looked up at the disappearing hydroplane.
 He did not know what to do. Should he. jump into his car and go to Hun tington2 Should he ignore the note and perhaps see from the papers that another young and beautiful girl had been kidnapped2
 "It the end of perfect day for me all right-all right" he muttered. q stop for rest and to cool off and - look at me-"
 Eventually he got into his clothes and, note and key in hand, started along the road toward Oyster Bay and Huntington. Might as we'll be the key to her heart" he said. How do I know where her house is?"
 Excitement and the sensation of seeking adventure soon had him step- ping on the accelerator and forcing such speed out of his little car as he had never before known was in her.
 The Huntington harbor was as he had pictured it-full of craft of every variety. There were houseboats with Tapping cretonne cushions: rowboats motor boats, canoes and sailing boats. He slowed up as he approached the harbor and observed more than one hydroplane rocking at her moorings.
 ''The needle in the haystack for water.
 He stopped his car in the shade of some weeping willows that Overhung the road near the landing dock. Per haps he could detect car that looked as If it were waiting for passengers from a motor boat.
 He could hardly believe his own eyes when he saw, coming toward him a touring car in which the man who sat beside the chauffeur seemed to be looking anxiously for some one to arrive off the water. He marveled at his own excitement. He had never been an adventurer, and here he found himself in the mist of veritable nov ing picture scene.
 "Honk Honk! Honk! Honk ! Honk !" blew the touring car horn.
 "Toot! Foot Foot! Foot! Foot T" answered the motor boat whistle.
 "The signal" cried George. He sat quietly in the shade, unobserved and pretending to read. "Some kidnappers to get away with this."
 The motor boat made a landing at the second pier, but George thought it wise not to move his car closer. He would wait
 Presently a girl in a bathing suit with beach cape thrown about her and a tight rubber cap on her head emerged from the boat A man held her arm in what seemed to be friendly, protective manner
 The door of the big touring car was open and 1t stood at the end of the pier. The girl was assisted quickly