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Show ROMANCE OF THE SEASHORE. Little Incident That Somehow Has Not the Right Ending. It was in the surf. He had kissed her when that big wave went over both of them. It wouldn't have gone over them, either, ir he hadn't told her to hold to the life-line. When the big wave came in it submerged the life-line and them, and then it was he kissed her. She couldn't scream, being under water, but she tried and swallowed a mouthful of brine. When the wave passed she hollered, but no one besides Fred knew why. She faced him furiously. "Fred Stockington," she said, "you are no gentleman, and I hate you, and i snail never spcaK 10 you again: Then she let go of the life-line and started in. He started after her, not daring to touch her. The next wave boosted them roughly. She lost her footing and was pulled back at a pretty slide. He caught her. "Release me!" she cried, "or I shall call the bathing master." She got to her feet again, but was too dignified to hurry. The next wave curled over them. She cast her arms about him. "Oh, save me! Save me!" she shrieked, as the cream and splutter of the breaker dashed them upon the beach. "Do you forgive me?" he demanded, when their heads bobbed up, but he hung on. "Oh, yes! Save me!" she answered, and down they went again. The next time it was their heels bobbed up, but he dug his fists into the sand now skating from them. The cream and splutter receded, but her eyes were shut as he dragged her tip the sand. "Do you love me?" he shouted into iici ueaieneu ear. Poor girl! She thought herself still under water. "Yes! Yes!" she gasped. "Save me! " "You are saved!" he cried, "and I did it!" And what do you suppose? That ungrateful girl got up, marched to - her bathhouse, and hasn't spoken to him since! |