The Washington herald., 1922-06-06
Continued from Yesterday.


II guess there'n be years and years
Of living life together. times when
Norman and 1 get down to funda-
mentals. when I'll recall this day.
mother. and the things you are saying
to me now. I'll never forgets you
and I'll give you my promise-my
sacred promise-to count ten. at least.
before I let my saucy tongue loose
again"
Jane had caught this moment light
ly away from what might have been
a weepy scene. Her little laugh
buoyed them up
II didn't mean this to be lecture.
Jane"
No. dearest. but it's going to be a
lecture for you-there's our taxicab
now. and you're not ready
When Jane and her mother ar
rived in Atlantic City the sky was
never bluer nor the ocean breezes
brisker
1T is a fairylandv Jane breathed.
man waiting for them in a hand
princess.
ASA hC
Look. There he is-he sees us
he's waving! Isn't he adorable?'
You're excited!'
Words could not tell the thrill Of
the moment when Jane dropped
bags and umbrella to fall into the
arms Of her happy-waiting lover.
You look radiant, dear" he COM
plimented.
And you-you look so we'll" Jane
sighed happily.
1T does a fellow a lot OF good to
get away from the jam of New
York. The air is like magic in
your blood-it needed only you, my
little sweetheart, to make me alto
gether glad and content"
The bags and boxes were bestowed
and checked. A nice drive through
the town. and then-the Boardwalk!
Jane cried with delight when she
first viewed the dancing ocean and
the toylike wheelchaFs that were
pushed by like phantom chariots
against the sea.
"T want to ride in one" she
begged.
This evening-in the moonlight.
he promised, and Mrs. Richards eau
toned them as she sighed:
Am 1 to be a perfectly detested
chaperon and insist that you young
people do not out-sit the moon?"
Mother, oh mother-isn't it beau
tiful?" Jane raved. By that time
Traverse had them within the hotel.
A charming suite of rooms over
looking the ocean had been reserved.
Il didn't know a hotel could ever
think Of so many things to make one
comfortable and happy" Mrs. Rich
ards sighed as they freshened up for
dinner.
But this is fairyland.. mother
fairyland"
That night when the sea was sigh
ing, and the moon leaking through
the clouds. Jane and Traverse hired
a wheel-chair and made the prone
made.
The sight Of carnival booths along
the Boardwalk-a merry -go-round-
Punch-the-baby balls-a shooting gall
lery-Red hots!
This part OF 1t isn't so romantic" :"
Traverse explained. But when we
get by the trolley station the picnic
here as good as any in New York,
cabarets wilder than any on Broad
way, and'-
Il don't care what Is here, Only
YOU and I count Jane declared
fervently. Cant we get away from
all the lights and excitement and go
on the shore where we can-talk?'
There's the big pier"'
Like a blazing palace Jane viewed
the Giant Pier. where lights of. all
cOlors f1ickered across the water. and
music filtered in dancing Tilt on the
breeze.
Let's go out there" Jane sug-
gested. so out they went, There was
a huge dancing pavilion. with gay
tourists dancing healthily with the
tang of salt air. and an ocean theater
where Jane and Traverse paused only
long enough to hear some plantation
songs. Then they went out on a
sort OF deck promenade where steamer
chairs were arranged to invite a view
Of the ocean.
Here Jane sank happily to relax
and talk. Traverse caught her
mood and sat silent-holding her
hand.