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318 "At Long Beach?" I said, with a gulp. For lightning, after all, was again striking twice in the same place.

"Yes; he swam out and saved me, at the risk of his own life!" was the reply that rapt-eyed young woman made to me.

"But surely he doesn't make a profession of that sort of thing?" I calmly inquired.

"Oh, yes, he does!" the girl just as calmly retorted.

"How do you mean?" I weakly inquired.

"He's a life guard at the beach there. And from the moment I felt him take me in his arms, and carry me up to the hotel, I knew that I could never love anybody but him! I knew it from the first! And nothing will ever change me!"