"Now she'll crush me," he cried to himself, regretting the rash
act and praying that she had not observed it.

Her handkerchief ceased fluttering in an instant, and, with
sinking heart, he realized that she had observed. There was a
moment of indecision on the part of the fair one going out to
sea, and then the little finger tips of both hands went to her
lips and his kiss came back to him!

The people near him were surprised to hear a wild yell from his
lips and then to see him wave his hat so madly that there was
some danger of its being knocked to pieces against the railing or
upon the persons of those who stood too close to escape the
whirling consequences. So unexpected had been her reception of
what he considered a calamitous indiscretion that he was to be
pardoned for the ebullition of relief and joy that followed. Had
she drawn a revolver and fired angrily at him he could not have
been more astounded. But, to actually throw a kiss to him--to
meet his imprudence in the same spirit that had inspired it! Too
much to believe! In the midst of his elation, however, there
came a reminder that she did not expect to see him again, that
she was playing with him, that it was a merry jest and not a
heartache that filled her bosom at the parting.

While he was still waving his handkerchief, debating savagely and
joyously the wisdom of the act, she became a part of the distant
color scheme; the blue figure faded and blended into the general
tone and could no longer be distinguished. She was gone, but she
had tossed him a kiss from lips that he should always see. As he
turned away from the water he found himself wondering if there