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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 10, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 20

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By George Elmer Cobb
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
It was a strange .perversity of fate
that led to the meeting of a certain
roung man and a certain young wom
an at the seaside beach resort of
Dcean Cove one golden summer even
ing. Both were units in the great
concourse of vacation folks bent on
recreation or rest.
They had noticed one another be
fore and jf each could have read the
mutual impressions conveyed, both
would have known that their further
acquaintance was inevitable.
The rather sad-faced young lady
was registered at the famous cliff ho
tel as Miss Marie Davenal. The
young man, who had been attracted
toward her at first sight, was listed
as A. Bernard Arthur or Archie, the
young lady had wondered. That far
she was interested in him, after an
admiring glance at his manly appear
ance, the clear earnest expression of
his handsome face.
She had watched him more than
once start on a long walk down the
beach with the gait of a skilled ath
lete. She knew he had gone that
way this same afternoon, she had
timed his probable return. All this
she would have blushed to tell, even
to her most intimate girl friend. She
felt self-conscious and timorous as
she left the hotel, with the purpose,
at least the hope, of meeting him.
The young lady walked on and on.
She grew quite impatient, almost pet
tish, as nearly four miles accom
plished, she saw no signs of the un
acknowledged knight errant.
"He must have returned some other
way," she reflected, and then with a
sigh of utter weariness she sat down
on a great flat rock at the edge of a
rock-girded inlet. The softly mur
muring waves, the soothing breeze,
the solemn peacefulness of the spot
lulled her to slumber before she was
aware of it. ,
"Dear!" she started up with quite
a cream, almost in terror. Two
hours had gone hy. "With awesome
eyes she regarded a new environ
ment. Her heart chilled as she noted
that the path by which she had come
was totally obliterated by the waves.
She drew back with a shudder as they
ran up quite over her shoe tops.
"The tide!" she gasped, and there
came to her mind warnings she had
She Sat Down to Rest
carelessly heeded of the danger for
belated pedestrians at the Point. With
amazing rapidity the treacherous
waters maintained their encroach
ment Eight feet up the smooth,
chalky cliff was a painted black
mark. If that was-the tide, how soon
would she be engulfed?
"Mercy!" she cried, and receded un-
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