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Show I HER KIND By AQNE8 O. BROQAN. I (Coprrlcht, 11T Writern Ncwipaptr Union.) Iiwrcnco Morcy Has tired of the .adulation attendant upon fume nnd fortune. Presently, he acknowledged, the call would come to him to go back, but he would now linger longer In the perfect freedom this unfrequented Lnkeshcro resort afforded. Most or tl.i i egular cottagers had returned to tUclr homes, tho dlstaiit boarding plnci he hud chosen was free from Interruption; It wns unlikely that the dlHtlngulsitil features of tho miniature urtlst would here bo recognised. recog-nised. Fishing, nt first entered Into with zest, now lost Its charm, Morcy took to long walks upon the beach. It wns during one of these strolls that he came upon a girl's cuiihj, with the Jinmc of a well-known city factory above lis door. Tho fulr workers out for their vucntlon wero evidently thoroughly thor-oughly enjoying tho change. Much )lko the favored gills whoso society the artist hnd always kuown, wero theso bright-faced creatures taking their morning dip In tho lake, or cooking cook-ing things over a beach camp fire. Ono fnco especially attracted his nttentlon, several times ho had met the. girl upon a return trip from tho village. In her phort skirt nnd middy blouse sho was childishly attractive. Each time he saw tho girl ho becume jnore eagerly desirous of knowing her. After all In this place so free froin observation why not pass tho time with n diverting flirtation? Tho women wom-en nt homo had become of a tlrcsoino f;uincu4)jH, here one might And interesting interest-ing vurloty. So Morey approached ono day u Jolly favorlto dubbed by her companions, "Myrtle," nnd besought "Myrtle" for "un Introduction to her reserved friend. "Kou want to meet Jane Gray?" the girl responded, "sure, I'll Introduce you," nnd she did. Juno Gray, swinging aloug down a path, smiled when sho was accosted. "I'm plensed to meet you, Mr. Morey," she tmld simply. If the artist hnd fr and the women pf his acquaintance or "tiresome sameness," same-ness," the feeling hud Hot been rcclpro-! cuted. Even In his indifference he had possessed for them n fascination, so now whero Lnwrvticu Morey was for once In his life eagerly desirous of pleasing, U was not strange, that he should, succeed. Jano Gray at first apparently diffident, yielded to his acknowledged ac-knowledged charm nnd few hours of the day found tho two npart. There I were so many beautiful walks to be I taken, rides througli the enrly autumn at In tho artist's car enchanted moonlit ' evenings the two seuted In silent com- jianlonshlp, Just beyond tho laughing fl circle about tho beach Are. Morey did not talk to tho other girls, thlR ono llttlo dnrk-eyed, soft-voiced creature claimed his every thought Alone with his pipe, he fretted uncomfortably, uncom-fortably, that whero ho had Intended this to bo but a pleasant flirtation, this girl out of his world, had so completely complete-ly cnthrufted him. When the acquaintance acquaint-ance would bo ended as abruptly ns it begun, would he still know this con-Mnut con-Mnut yearning for her presence? In his apprehension came a Joyous real-Itutlon real-Itutlon of love returned. Could It be love nt last upon his port? This ho I must know though he cast it from I him. I The opportunity came upon the night before his secretly planned departure, I sho was Irresistibly, nppenung, ns mey stood alone at dusk, her upraised eyes I Showing In the moonlight with n sort I of radlnnce. Lawrence Morey kissed I her kissed her, and then he knew I I For one glorious moment her arms I clung to him. I "I love you," he whispered tensely. I Tho girl sighed. I "It seems too good to be true," sho I said "you nnd I meeting here and I through this chnnce a future life of I happiness. I will confess now, that I I knew all along, who you were I else I should not have been so friend- I ly. Though wealth and fame could not I Influence my love, that Just hud to I come." I Tncn, feeling the while like a brute, Morey told her. "It was all a mistake. He must go back. Loving her, still he plight not make her his wife. There was his aristocratic family to think of, bis career. One might prate of. marriage, fpr love, alone, but after all thero could be but one satisfactory union for him marriage with one of bis kind." Pale, wide-eyed little Jane Gray listened, list-ened, then dumbly silent moved away. During the business hours at the, studio, he could not banish her from, his thoughts. "Grls llko that sometimes, some-times, made' way with themselves," and lie wondered. Bursting In on his troubled reflections, reflec-tions, one Wintry afternoon, came his sister. "8nch luck, Lawrence," she began, Tan bringing up a Millionaire-ess Millionaire-ess to see you. She's going to be .all the rage here this winter and If you can get her poUralt, you'll be the rage too. Daughter of the "Gray Manufacturing Manufac-turing Plants"-rmun, you know, and she's doing a great work among fac tory girls, has vacation camps for them and even chaperones them sometimes herself. Walt till you see her." When Morey did aeo her, he -stood speechlessly staring. Tho little lady In costly furs was quite composed. When he could And a moment with her alone, the artist spoke quickly, "I did love you I wnnt you for my, wife," he pleaded. But Jane Gray smiling, shook her head. "I too believe In Marriage with one kind, she said, aaT ay Mad fire hen-tttlbte hen-tttlbte and true." . . V |