Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1923-04-06

ever.
Georgina's heart futtered delight
fully.
II think" continued Alexander, with
growing enthusiasm, that you exist
to sacrifice yourself for others, Miss
Berners. You have more than piety-
you have charity. 1t is one of the
sweetest qualities in a woman"
Georgina turned to him with swim
ming eyes.
"Oh, Mr.. LambeI" she murmured
with delicious confusion.
Alexander answered her with a hol-
low groan. She was startled at the
sudden distress in his face.
"The question is not what I think of
you" he said bitterly, "but what you
think of mel You know the prin-
ciples I profess, and that I impressed
on you. Out of my own mouth l am
condemned. How can you feel any
thing but contempt for me! l have
consented to %connive at this mad esca-
pade of Aimee's and all its conse-
quences. To keep silent. Toto boil
ster 1t up" he said with a gulp. 81
have passed my word"
Georgina's eyes shone.
'You have done thatl !" she cried
eagerly. "Why, now that you are on
her side, she may be saved from ex-
posture after ALL 1 think it is SPLEEN
did of you-absolutely splendid"
GLOW can you think of me, but as
q hypocrite? You do not mean, Miss
Berners, that you feel any respect for
me now2"
'NIr. Lambe, when | first knew you,
[ thought you my ideal as a church
man. 1 think so more than ever.
When 1 was in trouble, and consulted
you, l seemed to find you a little hard.
Poor Aimee had enough to bear. But
now" gasped Georgina, quite carried
away, II consider your conduct noble
really noble! 1 admire you more
:han ever"
Miss Berners," said Alexander,
husky with emotion, "if only you knew
what a relief it is, that l have not
forfeited your regard l have only
known you a few days, but your kind
aess, your sympathy" his hand closed
almost convulsively on hers-"Miss
Berners, may 1 call you Aimee-I@
mean Georgina-!"
"Poof |"
A stifed, explosive sound caused Mr..
Lambe to start violently and look
round him.
"What was that? A dog?' he said
confusedly.
Georgina, pink to the ears, had risen
to her feet; her yes shone somewhat
viciously.
at sounded to me more like a cat! !"
she said in acid tones, and walked
away down the path.
Mr.. Lambe followed her.
When they were out of sight, the
parlor maid emerged from the little
arbor, her face crimson, her shoulders
shaking, a handkerchief pressed to
her streaming eyes.
"Poor old George !" she gasped. 81
couldn't help it. l should have burst
in another minute"
She squeezed the handkerchief and
controlled her emotion.
They'll have a jolly old tangle to
said thoughtfully.
mo use stopping here. 1 suppose
I'd better finish my dusting."
Aimee made a %circuitous journey to
the deserted drawing room, and busted
with the energy of a high-power ma
obinn Tha rnoVo u,o not vo.,oA %lY0
better for it. She was only just In
time. for the h~ousekeeper appeared,
by her while she did IA good deal OF
the work over again. Then Aimee was
marshaled into the library, to dust
that.
The library overlooked the path
leading to the garage. 1t was some
forty minutes later that Aimee caught
sight of the chauffeur approaching.
She flung down her buster and ran
to the window, giving a cautious
whistle, as a poacher who calls his
dog.
Billy made sure that the coast was
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looked at her and laughed joyousiy.
"The clouds have rolled by, part
ner !" he said.
"What has happened? Have you
seen Alexander
"Sure. Just had a pow-wow with
him in the garage"
"What did he say to your asked
Aimee quickly.
Billy eyed her thoughtfully.
"Never you mind. The games
square. The PADRES all wool and O
yard wide. You're all right nov.
Unless"
But the policel Suppose they trace
us and come back here?"
''They may not. l b'lieve l see a
way through it. And I've all the time
off, this evening. You sit tight"
But if they come here!"
"Then they'll get me-" said Billy,
"but they won't get you; you're safe