Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 6, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO ORGVSBORSNINEROROGRORORGRHE HER OWN SWEET SELF By ROBERT M'CLENNAN. It had been her fate to be seen by | him always at a disadvutase—and‘ she resented her fate fiercely. In fact, she was all wrapped up in plans of | which he was the central figure’ Of course she was a most ridicu- lously juvenile figure of a girl. No- body—excepting her own people and the playmates of her childhood— would believe she was a grown-up per- eon. At least they all affected to be- lleve that she was a mere child and treated her with the freedom and con- descension of that estate. Why, the men actually kissed her as a greeting and everybody called her “little girl” or some other abhorrent and belit- tling title. growing for a long time, but it burst into white flame that summer when he appeared on the scene. most impersonal way, but for all that it galled her very soul to have him | treat her like a child. She was interested in him—indeed, who was not, and who had not the: right to be? One privilege the clergy always have—the interest and care and attention of the women, young and old, little and big, rich and poor. Indeed, if the ladies did not look after Her resentment had been; Not that | she cared for him, excepting in a| ' of this problem—and the further she got into it the more hopeless it ap- peared. At first any one of the girls | appeared to be plenty good enough for him, but ae the days went by the circle of eligibles narrowed rapidly. ! In the meantime, however, Elsie la- bored assiduously and bravely. She | arranged the most seductive tetea- tetes in the stern of the boat, the most romantic moonlight rambles, the | most lonesome fishing trips, always managing to get the Rev. Morton' paired with the particular girl she had in mind for him on that particular day. ' |. . But, alas! it all appeared to be in E vain. Nothing definite seemed to come of it, and as the season waned Elsie was distinctly impatient and cross ! about the entire affair. | In the meantime she necessarily had been threwn into daily contact with ! the Rev. Morton Graham and it had | been her inclement destiny always to , be at a disadvantage. At first she did . not care at all; then she was simply a trifle annoyed. For, after all, what did she care? She was interested him only to the extent of securing for him a wife. Why, indeed, should she care how she personally appeared to him. And yet she was annoyed and finally it came to be the source of great humiliation and shame to her, Just so sure as she sneaked out in front of her own tent and hidden by the flowers and foliage at that, after her bath and with her hair down to dry in the sun, in a loose wrapper, of course he must needs come along and stop to admire the follage and the the clergy who in the world would? So, in common with all the rest of | the girls in the carfiping party, Elsie was Interested in the grave and hand- | some young clergyman who had Joined them at the invitation of one of the young men—a college chum— in the hope that a season in the woods would restore the steadiness to his nerves and the redness to his, blood, which had been so sadly sapped ! during those trying years since he' had quit college to try to build up| a church in one of the poorest dis- tricts of the great city. And the languorous shade and the lazy life were doing their work and the color was again in Morton Graham's face and the ginger had come back into his stride and the old whimsical expres- elon into his tired eyes. Now Elsie had concelved a most romantic idea regarding the Rev. Mor- ton Graham the instant she set eyes . upon him. He was young, ardent, am- bitious and devoted to his calling. He plainly needed a wife—a helpmate to | those whimsical eyes, and ehe resent- care for him and cheer him on in his ' ed the expression of amused interest climbing of the heights. Plainly he never would have sense enough to real- | ize this need himeelf, therefore some one else must attend to it for him. Therefore Elsie determined to assume the task herself. flowers and catch her red-handed, look- ing like a perfect fright. And wheft ' the pony threw her and she landed in a most humiliating heap at the side of the road with her skirts principally | over her head, of course he must be the one to rush to her rescue, arrange her skirts as best he could and try to soothe her llke some tired child. Oh, how she hated him for it. i Then when they went to the dance at the village hotel, the night Archie and Tom and Ted were called to town ' and only the older fellows, and they mostly engaged, were there, of course the Rev. Morton Graham must rescue her from the most embarrassing wall- flower position she ever had experi- enced and taken her out for an ice and a walk under the trees on the vil- lage street. Yes, and he even had danced wtih her, a most decorous square dance, but she had not failed to notice that he danced extremely well and was very graceful. But all the time he had regarded her with with all the strength of her nature, But the very limit was reached when, despite the advice of all the party, and particularly of the young clergyman—indeed, it was his advice | that drove her to it—she insisted on She spent many sleepless nights and brain-racking days_in her pursuit SErORS S going in swimming with a storm com- ing up and was caught in the storm PSPPI P, PPBSPPRS " girls, for I am in love with another THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, OCT. 6, 1914. and swept out into the lake despite | every effort she could make. Of course it was the Rev. Morton who dashed into the water and grabbed ; her just as she was about strangling with the great waves and took her to shore in his strong arms, Even though she wanted to laugh at his bedraggled broadcloth, the quizzical expression in his blue eyes maddened her beyond en- durance, and she sputtered like a half- drowned chicken. He carried her up into the green fringe just beyond the reach of the waves and set her down with great gentleness. “You will be all right in a few min- utes,” he said, cheerily. “I hate you,” she responded with tears in her eyes. “Why?” asked Graham, gravely turning, a keen glance on her which sent the color to her cheeks and caused her to drop her eyes. E “Because I had made the nicest plans for you,” she replied, “and you are obstinate—and stupid—and hor- rid.” “Dear me, not so bad as that,” he replied, with genuine distress in his fine features. “Come, Httle one, what is it I have done? Wherein have I offended the princess.” He shot a glance of admiration at her which deepened the color in her cheeks. Indeed, she was well worth the glance as she sat there all huddled up in her dripping bathing suit which clung to her dainty form fast enough to suggest the perfect outlines. Even a clergyman must admire the perfec- tion of nature, you know. “You won't marry anybody,” she retorted. “Here I have spent all sum- mer trying to pair you off with Emma or Nell or Agnes or—or any of the girls, and you only blunder along and find me in all kinds of humiliating po- sitions.” “But my dear girl,” replied Graham, “I could not fall in love with those girl,” She was silent for a moment, look- ing out into the storm with unseeing eyes. “And you never let me know,” she sald, reproachfully. Then breathless- ly: “Who 18 it?” “Your own sweet self,” he sald, reaching for one of the wet little | hands. “And all the blessed summer you have not given me a chance to talk with you excepting when I was fortunate enough to find you in trouble. I have found myself packed oft with one of the other girls and I never knew how it happened—until Just now. I had hoped perhaps you might find it in your heart to love me and make my life one long dream of joy—but I suppose 1 am too old— and serious—and—" Just then the rest of the party burst upon them with wraps and rubber goe- samers and things. | “Well. if there isn't the preacher Accuracy Taste, Style your big, expensive booklet. 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