Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1936-09-03

lty case. ''You turn the other way
while get prettied up"
By the time the motor boat was
easing in at the wharf tip, Priscilla
was as presentable as she was self
possessed. Barry, none too roman
tic a figure in his creased fannels
and damp sweater, handed her
aboard the rescue craft.
Lost our canoe" he told the man
at the wheel shortly. "Be much
obliged if you take us to the main
land" 4
ITO the Parker cottage"
Eyes. How'd you know"
"Oh-er-I recognized Miss Pris-
ella"
ITS Joe Travers. He used to
work for father" whispered Priscil-
la, reckoning Barry to seat by her
side at the boats bow. "Isn't il
lucky he happened by?"
"Well, somebody would have been
sure to come along. I've got to
leave you soon, ella"
'Ooh, Barry" A plaintive "ooh."
eyes, and I think I ought to tell
you something"
What is it, Barry?"
'Tell me first if you're sure you
love me-"
"oo-oo-ooh, Barry" An adequate
"ooh."
'And nothing would change you?"
"Of course not, silly"
mot even if I'd done something
that-er-a gentleman shouldn't"
"Oooh, Barry. Are you worrying
about pushing off that old canoe last
night. I'm glad you did,"
"But that's just it. I didn't"
"Oooh, Barry" A queer infiec-
ton to this "ooh."
mo, the blamed thing must have
got loose by itself. 1 didn't know it
was gone until I heard you scream. :"
But you said"
II said I'd done it to get you alone.
/ know. But I wanted you to think
was cave man. thought you'd
never take me seriously until l
could impress you somehow"
"Oooh, Barry, you funny dar-
ling"
Then you aren't disguised with
me?"
800 ooooH, Barry" Quite
breathlessly "Stop it, bad boy. Joe
Travers is looking"
''What of it? Well announce our
engagement at dinner tonight. Look,
we're almost at your cottage. Want
to drop me here at the landing this
side? No use giving your mother s
cook an opportunity to go gossiping
all around the lake"
Joe Travers, in obedience to re-
quest, pulled inshore. AS he fend.
ed the boat off the wharf, Joe's back
was turned.
"Ooo-OOO-oooh, Barry"
"Bye, ella angel-until this aft
ernoon." Barry halted with his foo
on the gunwale wasn't it marvel
Gus luck?"
what, Barry?"
Losing that darned canoe. No
luck, either. 1t was fate. That
what it was"
"Fate. Just think, Barry. Good
by, darling, It'll this after"
Joe TraverS, the imperturbable
showed off and started his engine
again.
Priscilla watched the tall but boy
ish figure of Harry Bennington
Bates, III, stride out of sight.
"Got a. cigaret, Joe?" she in
quired of the man at the wheel.
SIN the locker there, Miss Pris
ella. Same as always. You'd bet
ter hop ashore now and get to bed
You'll catch your death of cold anc
your pa will skin me if he ever find.
this business out"
'He won't. He isn't home. NJ
thanks to you, though. I though
you'd never show up at the island. ,
81 was only an hour later thar
you told me. Don't forget had tt
chase that canoe of yours. She'c
drifted clean to the narrows."
"Sorry, joe"
"It wasn't necessary to give i
such a shove, Miss Priscilla. If i
had, just been cut loose, 1t WoulC
have been along the lower shore o.
the island somewhere.
"Well, Joe, I'll tell YOU" Priscil
la grinned elfshly. 81 didn't dare
take halfway measures. If hadn't
pushed the thing most across the
lake, Barry Bates would have gone
swimming after it. He's reckless
obstinate, big brute, if I do love
him."
Joe shifted his chew and spat re
fiectively.
81 guess he'll get tanned fast
enough, Miss Priscilla, now you've
got him in hand"
"O-oh, Joel" reproved Priscilla
demurely.