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Show I HER KIND ll ! By AGNE8 a BROQAN.' I ' (Copyright. 117. Western Newiptper Union.) I Lawrence Morey wns tired of the , adulutlon attendant upon fame and foitune. Preseutly, he acknowledged, the call would coino to htm to go back, ' but ho would now linger longer In the ( perfect freedom this unfrequented . Lakcshcro resort afforded. Most of ti. regular cottagers had returned to their homes, the distant boarding place he had chosen was free from Interruption ;. It was unlikely that the distinguished features of the miniature artist would here be recog-1 ntzed. Fishing, nt first entered into j with sest, now lost Its charm, Morcy took to long walks upon tho beach. It wns during one of these, strolls Hint he came upon a girl's camp, with the name of a well-known city factory above Its door. Tho fair workers out ' for their vacntlon were evidently thoroughly thor-oughly enjoying tho change. Much I like the favored girls whose society il the artist hud always known, were I theso bright-faced creatures taking, I their morning dip In the lake, or cook- jfl Ing things over a beach camp fire. Ono I face especially attracted his attention, I several times he had met the girl upon I a return trip from the village. In her I short skirt and middy blouse she was childishly attractive. I Each time he saw 'the girl he became more eagerly desirous of knowlog her. After all In this place so free from observation why not pass tho time with a diverting flirtation? Tho women wom-en nt homo had become of a tiresome sameness, hero one might find Interest-i Interest-i Ing variety. So Morey approached one day a Jolly favorite dubbed by her companions, "Myrtle," and besought ' "Myrtle" for an Introduction to her ' reserved friend. "You wunt to meet Jane Gray?" the girl responded, "sure, I'll lntroduco you," and nIio did. Jane Grny, swinging along down a patli, smiled when she was uccostcd. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Morey," she said simply. I If the artist had found tho women pf his acquaintance of "tiresome same- ness," tho feeling had not been reclpro- I citfed. Even in his Indifference he had I possessed for them a fascination, so now whero Lawrence Morey was for once In bis life eagerly desirous of pleasing, It was not strange that he should succeed. June Gray at first apparently diffident, yielded to his acknowledged ac-knowledged chnrm and few hours of the day found the two apart. Thero were so many beautiful walks to be taken, rides through the early autumn n the artist's car enchanted moonlit evenings the two seated In silent companionship, com-panionship, JUBt beyond the laughing circle about the beach Are. Morey did not talk to the other girls, this one little dark-eyed, soft-voiced creature claimed his every thought. Alone with his pipe, he fretted uncomfortably, uncom-fortably, that where ho hod Intended this to be but a pleasant flirtation, this girl out of his world, had so completely complete-ly enthralled him. When the acquaintance acquaint-ance would bo ended as abruptly as It began, would he still know this constant con-stant yearning for her presenco? In his apprehension enrae n Joyous realization real-ization of love returned. Could It he love nt last upon his part? This he must know though he cast It from him. - I The opportunity came upon the night I before his secretly planned departure, I she was Irresistibly appealing, us they I stood alone at dusk, her upraised eyes I Knowing In the moonlight with a sort I of radiance. Lawrence Morey kissed I her kissed her, and then ho knewl I For one glorious moment her arms I clung to him. I "I love you," he, whispered tensely. I The girl sighed. I "It seems too good to be-true," she I 'said "you and I meeting here' and I through this chance a future life of I happiness. I will confess now, that I I knew all along, who you were I I elso I should not hnvo been so friend- I Jy. Though wealth and fame could not I Influence my love, that Just had to I come." I II Then, feeling the while like a brute, I Morey told her. "It was all a mistake. He must go bock. Loving her, still he might not make her his wife. Thero wns his aristocratic family to think of, his career. One might prate of marriage for love, alone, but after all there could be but one satisfactory, union for him marriage with one of his kind." Pale, wide-eyed llttlo Jano Gray listened, list-ened, then dumbly silent moved nwny. During the business hours nt the studio, he could not banish her from his thoughts. "Girls like that nomc-tlmes nomc-tlmes rande way with themselves," and ho wondered. Bursting In on his troubled reflections, reflec-tions, one wintry afternoon, enmo his sister, "Such luck, Lawrence," she began, "I'm bringing up a millionaire-ess millionaire-ess to seo you. Sho's going to bo all tho rngo here this winter and If you enn get her portrait, you'll be the rago too. Daughter of the "Gray Manufacturing Manufac-turing Plants" man, you know, and sho's doing a grent work among factory fac-tory girls, has vacation camps for them and oven cboperoncs them sometimes herself. Walt till you see her." When Morey did eeo her, ho stood speechlessly staring. Tho llttlo lady In costly furs was quite composed. When ho could find n moment with her alone, tho artist spoke quickly, "I did lovo you I want you for my wife," ho pleaded. But June Gray smiling, shook her head. "I too believe In marriage with one' kind, she said, and my kind are hon-Qxublo hon-Qxublo and true." 1 1 |
