Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-06-07

that hooked about Duck Harbor. As
they drew up, off the road, in
clump of stunted Long Island beach
plums, they were astounded to see,
couple of yards ahead on the sort
of corduroy road of boards to the
beach, Ruth's racer. She had taken
short cut and beaten them by
many minutes.
Perhaps a thousand feet further
they could see houseboat at anchor
and between them and the boat
knot of young people in bathing
suits on the beach.
As Garrick and Dick strolled down
the shore, it proved to be Glenn and
three or four other fellows in various
stages of college careers past or
present. They wore class numerals
or other marks on their bathing
shirts. Glenn was the only one with
college letter-for five minutes of
play in a game lost to Princeton.
Buckley was a rather handsome lad
in spite of his evident satisfaction
with himself, tall, slender, with a
general impression, 81 love the la
dies and the ladies love me-
In spite of competition he was
monopolizing Vira Gerard. A jet
shock of bobbed hair set off big
liquid dark eyes, eyes that, if they
were the windows of the soul, had
depth that was battling even to the
Photographic lens, eyes that domi-
mated her splendid priceless camera
face"
Suppose you know this is pri-
waite beach," inquired one of the
numeraled youngsters as the. two ap-
preached r
Guy smiled and nodded toward
Vira and Glenn. Between high wa
ter and lower water marks?"
Down the shore could be seen a
canoe coming from the houseboat
with girl, alone. AS she beached it
and stepped out, it was Ruth in
smart swimming suit of violet and
white that set off daringly her per-
fectly shaped slender limbs.
The encounter had reached a dan
ger point much as if some upper
classmen had discovered a freshman
violating some immemorial tradition
of at least two college generations.
All stopped, however, as Ruth
drew near. She made glorious pic
ture. She was one of them-but
different. 'tE
AS she came down the beach hum
ming a scrap of dance to herself,
her body swsyed with the rhythm
and her feet scarcely seemed to
touch the sand. Her golden hair
framed her sensitive features in an
aura of sunlight. Garrick saw with
approval that Ruth had been strong
minded enough to hold to her curls
during the days of bobbed hair.
f Could those laughing, frank eyes
know of crime, OF anything coarse?"
"Yo here, Dick?" she danced UP
to him. Were you afraid to come
alone?" Then with twinkling shaft
at Garrick, "What do you think of
US . Mr.. Sherlock"
Exclusively niftyv' smiled Gar
rick, then turned quickly as one of
the youngsters muttered, "Snooping
again! What does he want? You
can just bet he's not here for a
swim . Come on, fellows. He's
been here long enough. l move we
put them off the beach. Hey, all
ready !. let's give them the
buns rush,
A general laugh followed. There
was an uncertain motion. Ruth
flared.
AT least we can show Guy and
Dick we're not so exclusive that
were rotters! | feel partly respon-
sible for their being here. | raced
them on the road and dared them to
follow-and here they are = Ell,
Glenn? Just this once, boys. THEY'LL
not bother US again. I'll sponsor
them. Come on, Glenn, smile a lit
tie and be nice"
Ruth capered over to Dick, took
him by the arm and started up the
beach. Guy followed with Vira
while Glenn sulked.
L wish you had your bathing suit
on, Dick. I'd enjoy swim across
the harbor with you this hot fore
noon"
She nodded vivaciously back at
Garrick. Even if she were doing a