Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-15
CHAPTER III
The Sea VaInp

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w of dusty air a yellow racer
shot past Garrick and Dick
before they were mile down the
turnpike, leaving only kalaldo-
scopic impression of a girl at the
wheel ard a fellow lolling back
tensely in the other bucket seat.
rick mechanically threw in more
power.
"Wko was with her?"
"Glenn Buckley"
Garricks motor leaped ahead as
he stepped on it. Straight-away
down the turnpike they raced. Gar
rick was just about holding his own.
But Ruth had the jump and there
was not a chance to pass her. She
was too wise a driver. Having shot
ahead Of a car she did not slacken
q fraction and she knew that that al
ways makes it nearly impossible to
catch one.
A bend in the turnpike toward the
south and a dirt road forked off.
Ruth slowed up just bit, turned
her head with a pearly smile. i've
a hunch," she called back teas1ngly,
''you can't follow me ,Dick!'
With a wave of her hand suddenly
Ruth shot away on the side road to
the right, to the north, in a pillar of
dust cloud.
Garrick had no desire for a wild
goose chase. He stuck to the con-
Creted turnpike.
whats the matter, old man!
Why so sielnt?" queried Dick a mile
further on, Suppose you're wonder
inc like me. how Ruth could have
got neshed in the wheels of this
gang, if that's what it is, eh?" Dick
gazed hopelessly off at the hill and
forest north of them with their
maze of side roads. II wish, by gao'
a girl was like car CT a boat
something you could steer1rlght!
"Time enough to worry when we
know more than we think we knew,
returned Guy, negotiating a left
turn that required some skill 70
make the succeeding hill on high
"After all, Ruth's just a STUNNING
little f1apper-facing very COLD ano
| calculating world-With a thorough
w modern-ill-bala equipment
that doesn't hug the road ike TINS
old car of mine. Except" he paused
then added, "that she has the inner
tied intelligence, the Intuition, the
instinct of woman in all the ageS
The real question is, Wha1
will she do with it?"
They swung off at last on an
other concerted road and finally
nosed down the middle of the sano
neck that hooked about Duck Har
bor. AS they drew up, off the ROAD
in a clunp of stunted Long lslanc
beach plums, they were astoundeo
to see, a couple of yards ahead or
the sort of corduroy road of boards
to the beach, Ruth's racer. she
had taken a short cut and beaten
them by many minutes.
Perhaps a thousand feet further
they could see a houseboat at an
Choir and between them and the
boat knot of young people II
bathing suits on the beach.
AS Garrick and Lick strollet
down the shore, 1t proved to bt
Glenn and three or four other fel
lows in various stages of colleg'
careers past or present. They wore
class numerals or other marks OF
their bathing shirts. Glenn wal
the only one with a college letter
for five minutes of play in a game
lost to Princeton. Buckley was {
rather handsome lad in spite Of his
evident satisfaction with himself
4 tall, slender, with general impress
sion, 81 love the ladies 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, hat
a depth that was battling even tt
the Photographic lens, eyes that
dominated her splendid features an6
gave her that today priceless
camera face"
Suppose you know this is a pri
vate beach?" inquired one of the
numeraled youngsters as the two ap
preached.
Guy smiled and nodded toward