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Updated: May 26, 2025
At dusk he met Miss Airedale on the high balcony that runs around the reading-room of the hotel. They were quite alone up there. Along the Boardwalk, in the pale sentimental twilight, the translucent electric globes shone like a long string of pearls. She was very tempting in a gay evening frock, and reproached him for having neglected her.
"Say, when such a little thing can upset her it's high time she took for herself a little rest. If she backs out, we string her up by the thumbs not, Ruby?" "We're going, ma. Going! You'll love the Markovitchs' hotel, ma dearie, right near the boardwalk, and the grandest glassed-in porch and and chairs, and and nooks, and things. Ain't they, Vetsy?"
"Yeah, craps, the best. Down on the boardwalk . . ." Oliver made a reservation at Bally's and considered what to wear. A plaid shirt and jeans weren't going to do it; there was something significant and ceremonial about this trip. He had a summer linen suit that he'd worn to his sister's wedding, years ago. He bought a mulberry colored T-shirt to wear under the jacket.
The more energetic sometimes took a wheel-chair for an hour and were pushed on the Boardwalk or attended an auction sale of antiques and curios, but mostly their lives were as placid and as eventful as those of the inmates of an institution. The greater number of the male guests of The Colonial had retired from something banking, wholesale drugs, the manufacture of woolens.
Farther along, on another clearing, stands a square building labelled "Office," and still farther on, guarded by sentinel trees and encircled by wide piazzas, sprawls a low-roofed bungalow, its main entrance level with a boardwalk ending in the lake. This was Monteith's home.
"One never knows what may happen when one falls out of a car window and then from a wheeled chair to the boardwalk. I might have got a lot of slivers in me, or have loosened a wheel! I'm glad I'm all right."
They walked down the boardwalk to the place where most of the offices were and there read on a newly placed signboard the legend: "John and Hannah Higginbotham, Insurance Agents." "How is that?" said Carson, as he lit a cigar. "Well, I'll be surprised," was the answer. As Jim looked in astonishment the door was opened and a dapper little man with a fuzzy red beard appeared.
They passed most of that evening in a boardwalk pavilion, ostensibly watching the sea and the crowd. They went up the thoroughfare in a catboat the next morning, and, strange as it seemed to them, were the only people out who caught no fish. The captain winked at his mate, who grinned.
Overcome by a sudden shyness she threw her rope over her head and went skipping on down the boardwalk to meet the Towncrier. The boy stood up and looked after her. He wished she hadn't been in such a hurry. It had been the longest morning he ever lived through.
That evening, after dinner, Morrow and Clara, the newly affianced, about starting from the hotel to the boardwalk, were at the top of the hotel steps when a man appeared at the bottom. Morrow uttered a cry of recognition. "Why, Haddon, old boy, I'm glad to see you. Let me introduce you to my wife that is to be." Haddon stood still and stared. Clara, too, remained motionless.
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