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"But my clothes! What will the
girls think'" demurred Hazel.
"Clothes. You will wear sackcloth
and ashes for the next six months,
believe me, you wicked sinner!" x
And then the machine and its oc
cupants flashed down the beach, and
Dudley Warner had to rub his head
and blink his eyes to convince him
self that it was not all a dream, so
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9 strange the hapening.
A youth in an outing suit came
strolling down a bluff path. He
grinned at Warner and looked ex
cited. "I was too late," he observed. "I
saw you tumble, but that sprite was
ahead of me."
"Who is she?" asked Warner.
"Miss Hazel Grey."
"And the lady in the automobile?"
"I fancy an aunt, an old maid rela
tive who has adopted HazeL I only
guess that from what I pick up. You
see', Hazel and eleven of her friends
are putting in a week's vacation over
on Rainbow island. Us fellows have
tried to scare them night, hovering
around as sheeted ghosts and with
hollow, awesome cries, but you can't
faze HazeL She has stuck it out
Her aunt lives about 50 miles from
here. She must have heard of Ha
zel's last exploit and it scandalized
her so she has marched her home in
"And where does this ogre of an
aunt live?" asked Warner thought
fully. "At Wadham. She's a distressing
ly over-particular person,' I hear, and
likes no fun or frolic, and all that
Poor Hazel, she's the life of the place.
"H'm," said Warner reflectively.
Ciurreu up mure lujui ie uuiua ever
have dreamed over a memory of
bright eyes and a bewitching face he
repaired to his hotel at the village.
He thrilled every time he thought
of the misstep that might have ended
him but for the nerve of the dainty
sprite who had come to his rescue.
It took Warner only a day to find
out all about Hazel Grey. A young
man of wealth, impetuous and ingen
uous in his nature, he was soon en
gulfed neck deep in the adventure of
his life. He saw the mournful group
of girls on the island tearfully aban
don their camp, bereft of the soul of
their enterprise, their doughty leader.
Then Warner went to Wadham and
Yes, sentence had been passed on
the pretty sinner, and Hazel was in
deed among sackcloth and ashes.
The residence of Aunt Mary well ac
corded with her stern and severe
bearing. The old house was prim
and uninviting, the grounds sur
rounded by a high brick wall. Only
twice in two days, Warner observed,
was Hazel allowed to walk in the gar
den. He located her room. She
slept with the window open. There
after for a week, getting up at day
light, Warner secured the daintiest,
rarest bouquet money could buy,
scaled the wall and when Hazel
awoke the lovely floral offering lay
on the floor. Then a note was en
closed in a cluster of lilies" of the val
ley and Hazel knew the identity of
her ardent knight errant
Love laughs at locksmiths, brick
walls and lynx-eyed Jailers. NowDud
ley Warner was making of the grand
passion a business, systematic and
progressive. It was a delightful two
weeks. Four ecstatic secret inter
views in a sequestered part of the
garden brought two harmonious
souls together, and again Hazel
"saved" Warner's life by not sending
him away hopeless, he declared!
Dudley Warner was a venturesome
young man and Hazel a confiding and
determined girL There was a hurried
ladder climb over the garden wall one
dark evening, an hour's swift dash in
an automobile, a return, kisses and
promises and tie next morning War
ner appeared before the dreaded Miss
He expected "a big row," as he tojd
himself apprehensively. The old war
rior of many a verbal battle only