Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-05-29

the ripping waters of the lake. turned
to gold by the early morning sun,
What a vacation this was going to be! Rails
ing himself on one elbow. he peered intently
at Ben Parkinson in the other bed. The loafer
was still asleep Bob decided that he would
wake him with suitable violence in few min
utes, but right now he preferred to lie in bed
himself and glory in anticipation of the good
times ahead.
The Parkinsons had been spending their
Summers at this log cottage Paqua Lake for
several years and because Ben Parkinson and
Bob were such close friends, they had invited
Bob to spend this Summer there with them.
Bob had been delighted, his only regret being
that he couldn't bring Rex, his dog, with him.
But Dot, his sister. simply wouldn't stand for
that.
They had arrived at Paqua Lake the day
before in the Parkinson car, and had had a
busy time opening the cottage and getting it
ready for the Summer. They had bought
load of f1rewood in the village and hauled it
out, so that they could have a fire in the big
living room fireplace chilly evenings. The
cottage was two stories high, the lower floor
consisting of q living room stretching clear
across the house. with a smaller dining room
and a kitchen behind it. There were three
bed rooms upstairs of which was occu-
pied by BenS mother, another by Clara, the
maid while the third was used by the two
boys.
THE boys had helped clean up the cottage,
job which they didn't for they had
also helped to bring oil for the kitchen stove
and stacks OF groceries from the village store,
a job that was not particularly to their liking
but very necessary; and they had helped re-
pair the little dock and put the cupboard
motor boat into the water Job which was en-
tirely to their taste.
They had worked hard, but finally every
thing was done. Shortly before dark Mr.
por had cto rtnl koolr o. h., a;x,,
return until the following week end
Bob couldn't stay in bed a minute longer
He hoped from the bed and hurried to the
window. There the cupboard, riding gently
by the little dock, ready to carry them chug-
ging over the lake. The water itself looked
delightful for swim. By pressing his head
against the window screen Bob could look
down along the of cottages that stretched
toward the village. Theirs the next to
the last in the row. The last one had also
been opened the day before, but it had been
taken by some new people whom the Parkin-
sons did not know.
BobS eyes wandered to an island that lay
a mile off shore opposite point short dis
lance beyond the last cottage. The island
was small covering perhaps 10 or IL acres
rose up to hill in the center, and was heavily
wooded Over the tops of the trees Bob could
see the roof of big house. SIMPSONS Island,
they called it, and old Doc Sampson lived
there. Bob had meant to ask more about the
place, which aroused his curiosity but he had
not had chance. For some reason the island
struck him as being rather sinister looking,
even on bright morning like this.
\h/E'LL! He wasn't going to let OIL lazy Ben
w sleep any longer. Bob picked up the
pillow from his bed, swung it once about his
head and let it fly with all his might.
'Yow!' Ben uttered yell, scrambled to a
sitting position with startled look on his face
saw Bob's laughing face, and subsidized into
angry grunts and grumblngs.
That's a swell trick" he complained "A
fine way to wake person up You want me
to take round out of you?"
"You and who else?" tainted Bob. Come
on lazy, get up. How about swim? The
water looks great"
Ben was unenthusiastic. you've got all
Summer to SWIM" he retorted. "Why be in
such a hurry? The lake will be there all day.
and If we're real careful it will probably stick
around tomorrow and the rest of the week,
too."