Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-07-10

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GsNIO, TED, there Is no use talking
1 about it," said Carol, definitely.
"But l want to talk about 1t, dear"
insisted Ted Morton.
at would be perfectly ridiculous for
us to marry. like to swim and sail,
cruise, fish and live on a houseboat.
You crave golf, horses, following trails
through virgin forest, camping. Now
wouldn't We be a fine married pair2
Couldn't we have a happy, congenial
family life?"
"Wcre happy now" argued Ted.
"Ies-whlle you are so crazy about
me that you will live in bathing
suit or hold jib-sheet just to be near
me. But, once we were married-weil.
you'd play golf while l went sailing
alOne--maybeW
They continued to argue the old
question and went around the same
circle again and again. Finally, she
returned the engagement ring he had
given her and he put 1t reluctantly In
to his pocket.
Both were too young to let mere
broken engagement mar their happi'
ness and, consequently, Carol neve,
spent a gayer summer than the one
following their final quarrel. Ted, too
found great sport in golf tournaments
during week-ends and in the camping
expedition with three men up into the
Canadian Rockies.
Carol couldn't stifle her love for the
sea. She had been brought up on the
shore. Her first playthlngs had been
seashels So that now, when once
more she was able to spend half OF
the year near her beloved water, II
was little wonder that she took to i
as did the proverbial duck.
She and Ted Morton had met In
town when both were impatient to be
out of 1t. Having, for the moment, a
common bond of sympathy they had
found much in each other. They
missed something they had both found
when he went to the country club
where he lived In summer and tripped
back and forth to the city to business
and she sought the seashore. At first
both sacrificed the hours Of sport they
cared about to be together. Some
times Carol would walk over the links
to watch the players with their little
white balls, intent on the great game.
Again, Ted would sit on the sand or
swim, or even go a-sailing In order TO
be with the girl who had promised to
marry him.
But neither was happy. Neither
was honest.
"rhis just bores me to extinction,
Carol would be saying to herself az
she walked miles on the falrways in
the wake of Ted and his fellow play
ers.
"What anyone can see in sitting In
a boat that tips and splashes and lists
like this, I'll never tell you" Ted
would grumble, inwardly, as he fell
the uncomfortable movement of sail
boat in which Carol was gracefully
and perfectly at home.
After four years Carol began to won
der why it was that she failed to find
again the compromising tnat she hao
met in the personality Of Ted Morton.
When she had tossed away his love
she had Deen optimlstlc enough 10 De
lieve that on the next wave--and on
the next-would come men into her
life that wouid 40 just as WE'LL Ahis
mad proved not 10 De the case
Mother, she began, one evening
as they sat together In the dusk' "what
did you do for fun when you were
young girl!
Her mother laughed. You would De
surprised II you knew. liked nothlng
so much as roughing II In mountain
shack or going with a crowd OF girls
10 camp; gypsles we were We lived
on the border of a great pine woods
In mountain town and was verita-
bly, a part of the soil"
"And-you came to live by the scar
asked Carol.
The mother nodded. "Yes-your ia
ther felt that he could not live else
where. He had come OF seafarlns
folk in New England and at first hes.
itated to leave my beloved hills.
found, however, that to be with him
was the most important thing In the
world and then-when you came-l
was quite satisfied with life, dear. You
are rs bad as your father about the
water, aren't your"
Carol did not say much after that.
She was thlnking--thinking about the
loneliness underneath the superficial
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