Judge — September 9, 1916 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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EAR MAY: You'll be surprised to hear that in a few days I'll be back inthe city. Of course you'll remind me of my ravings about a summer at Uncle Bill’sinnin the Purple Mountains. Well, everything's here, big haze-topped peaks, miles of winding roads, the huge white hotel that brings in so many golden plunks and « old Unc and Aunty, But it hasn’t agreed with me. Mentally I mean. Physically I’m horribly healthy as usual. Uncle’s Inn has fifty guests as the season's carly, the three hundred will crowd in later. You wouldn't think Romance would intrude among such a measly bunch of people, but that's the trouble. It h It all began when on my third morning, I saw Peter Cartner in the dining-room. He wasn’t young of course or I would never have noticed him, for I despise youths. I like Men who have Lived! Anyway at nineteen one has had so many idiotic experiences with the young of the male spec Well, Peter has a beautiful, sad face, very handsome, dark, grey tinged hair and a tall, spare figure. Nothing but double adjectives would describe him, Of course, he has lum- inous and expressive cyes, for he’s a movie actor, When I asked Aunt who the stout, red-faced woman at his table was and she said it was his wife, I] nearly fainted. Horror upon horrors! what “mismatched mugs,” as my brother would ex- press it. Of course I understood at once Peter Cartner’s melancholy. He mourning for the mate he'd missed. Right opposite my table sat Mrs. Redding, a captivating widow just arrived, and 1 amused myself by imagining her his wife. It made me for- get the awful fishcakes I was eating, but of course I never dreamed it was anything more than a morning rave. You can imagine, then, how I felt when later hidden in an ar bor I saw them meet, change color and heard her say: “Oh, if you're here, I sup. pose I must go.” And he answered: “No—no! [have forgiven everything long ago.” Of course my fancy burst into ames and I saw it all young lovers parted—she to blame—yearsof pining—other mates—sudden mecting revived—yearnings— renunci. ation—despair! — And a wife with an August sunset face! Tt was heart breaking, but there was hope for these sun By OREOLA W. love Novice THEIR ‘CHANCE | EATS SR SSS SE ee eA! Do you know anything at all about golf >? lump on the back o° my head! dered souls. That hope was ME. I have always longed to do something great, something for the race, like § Napoleon or Mrs. Pankhurst. But I never was gory. Now I could rise to the heights and assist Romance. I could hear her stealing near and see her dewy eyes. Yes, I would give these lovers THEIR CHANC They should snatch from the arid years a few golden hours. I was wary in my plans. I told Uncle I would entertain his guests. I got up all kinds of things. I forbade married people to be partners. They kicked, but I asked them hadn't they come away from home for change and rest and pleasure? Well, then! Some of them howled, but I don’t see any joke. I saw to it that Peter Cartner and Edith Redding were always together, tho’ I did it delicat I fixed Mrs. Redface not by hiding her, but making her conspicuou: She swam in publi- city. At our dancing contests, she was judge; at our tourna- ments, prize gi she was manager of the field sports, leader in the drives, guide in the walks, queen at the masked ball and heroine of the play. She got so popular she never had a minute to herself. I clung to her like a barnacle, asking advice, re- tailing gossip, seeking her help, telling my troubles. And for all my exertions I was more than repaid by an occasional glimpse at the sad, sweet faces of those I helped. All went swimmingly and I planned a climb up Old Rocky. I know that HASKELL “Sih ‘be FELL. Passerby—Do 1? Ye ought ter see the comicbooks.com