Judge — September 19, 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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HEY had destroyed all the localtra- @ a ditions and run counter to the many examples of summer love making about them. The great hotel had been steadily thronged with an ever-changing vacation © _ crowd, in which as steadily there had ap- peared and disappeared a larger number of sentimental young persons than usual. These young persons had followed the tra- ditions of summer love making to the letter. Young men who tarried long each made love to successive girls with joyous zest, and girls in like circumstances caught short sojourners in their nets, and all were merry. There is a science in summer philandering that leaves few regrets. This single couple, both guests for a long period, alone were in dead earnest. They were not so young as some others, nor were they old enough to look askance at Cupid. They illus- trated conviction and exemplary constancy. They made love with a happy disregard for their environment, and observers all became prophets. A man and a woman as hard hit as they were surely would marry. Even the clerks of the hotel, who are wise to most things, and one of whom had whispered that she was a widow, looked with admiration upon this pair's devo- tion and joined the prophetic. Other infatuations might dis- sipate. This case was settled beyond a peradventure. “Well, Clarice, I am going at last,’ said he one morning, as his trunks were being conveyed to his motor. It was early, but she had come down to see him off, apparently having been apprised of his purpose the night before. They both looked serious, “Isn't it a shame, Clarence? I so wish you could stay an- other week!’’ During all the period they had called each other ee The Philanders | By J. A, WALDRON F only by their first names. ‘‘Of course you will write daily until I leave here. And when shall we meet again?"’ “Oh, I shall be too busy to write,’’ he said. ‘‘I have had my holiday.’’ Noting her agitation, he seemed to regret his abruptness. “But another meeting. Surely that can happen!’’ There seemed to be tears in her eyes. There were tears in her voice. “Hardly. Iam to blame, Clarice. I should have told you Iam engaged. The woman I am to marry arrived yesterday from Europe. I go to meet her.’’ He looked guiltily at her and became the paler of the two. “And you kept this from me!’’ “I hope—I hope you'll forgive me, Clarice, and that there will be no embarrassing complication." His aspect was ap- pealing and a bit apprehensive. “Well, it doesn’t really matter so much,’’ she responded, her face suddenly brightening. ‘‘I join my husband to-morrow for his holiday." MEd How It Started Ninnycus—Wonder who originated that saying, ‘‘Busy as a hen with one chicken’’? Cynicus—Somebody, probably, who had observed the activity of a hen with one chicken just ready for the matrimonial market. Sized Up Mrs. Crawford—What makes you think that she knows her husband thoroughly? Mrs. Crabshaw—Because she can tell exactly how much money to take out of his pocket without his missing it. comicbooks.com