The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-10-28
THE SUMMER VACATION.

THE SUMMER VACATION.
so you are doing the fashionable a
Sylvan, George p said Mr.. Montiesor.
"Well, sir, I've a two weeks vaca
tion," said George Sinclair, rather
abashed at meeting his employer in the
grounds of the Sylvan Hotel, "and
thought little change"
20, I've no objection at all, said Mr.
Montiesor, kindly. 81 hope you'll en-
joy it."
George Sinclair was clerk at salary
of nine hundred a year, but like many q
New York clerk, he had a craving after
the forbidden delights of what he termed
"tip-top fashionable society" And Kitty
Barker, his fancee, a trim little damsel
who stood behind the counter of a fashion
able fancy store all day, and tried to add
to the little sum laid aside for her wed.
ding outfit by doing fine silk embroidery
at night, admired his spirit and enter
prise.
1t never occurred to her that it might
perhaps be as we'll for him to save his
money toward the furnishing of the ideal
home they had so often talked about in
stead of aping the airs and graces OF
those who could 30 much better afford to
make fools of themselves than he could.
"George has such refined tastes" said
Kitty, who believed devotedly in her
lover.
AS Mr.. Sinclair walked along the
graveled path, shaded by the tentlike
boughs of majestic old white pines, lady
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festooned scarf-fashion over her shoul-
ders, met him face to face, coming around
the turn of the walk. And at the same
moment some friendly emissary of old
Boreas caught the hat from her head, a
dainty toy of white chip garlanded with
French daisies, and carried it half way
down the hill.
In an instant Mr.. Sinclair had given
chase, recovered the fimsey concern,
and restored it to the blushing owner,
with bow worthy of Sir Walter Raleigh
himself.
"Pm SO much obliged to you," sim
pered the lady.
ooh, not at ALL" said Mr.. Sinclair.
and he passed on.
"Hallo, old chap, you're in luck I"
cried Mr.. Beman, of the great firm of
Sweitzer & Co., who was cut out of the
same general pattern as our friend George
Sinclair. And he gave the latter q face
tious poke with the end of his ivory
topped cane. "Wish / was gone, eh,
Sinclair?"
"I am always delighted to be of use
to lady," said Mr.. Sinclair, little
stiffly.
"And such lady," said Mr.: Beman.
"Do you know who she is?'
"No. Do your"
"Don't /? She's Miss Moneyford-
old Moneyford's daughter, that owns the
Babylonish palace up in Wallace's ave-
nue.! The only child, with a clear in.
come of twenty thousand year of her
ownp
"How do you know? When did you
see herT breathlessly demanded Sinclair.
"Never saw her at all That's the
joke of the matterp chuckled Beman.
"But have seen that thread lace shawl.
Twenty-Five hundred dollars / sold it
myself to the old gentleman as a birthday
gift for her. And / knew she was ex-
pected about this time. / say, old fellow,
wouldn't it be jolly if you should marry
tnc uclIcooI llOpC yOu WOh iOikCb w
invite me to the wedding"
Sinclair stalked on in lofty disregard
of his companions illbred insinuations.
But, after all, they were not SO impossible.
Stranger things have happened. Pros
porous marriages had sprung out Of
slighter foundations than these, and the
heiress had certainly smiled very sweetly
upon him as she received the daisy
wreathed hat at his hands. If only he
hadn't been such fool as to 90 and en-
gage himself to Kitty Barker!
That same afternoon he met the lady
on the shores of the lake. She was gra-
cious and smiling, he was anxiously re-
spectful; and the upshot Of it was that
the next day they went out boating to-
gether.
How delightful is naturel" sighed the
lady.
~ see, Miss Moneyford," said George,
that our souls are cast in a congenial
mood. Nay, you need not look sur
prised; l have discovered your incog-
nita."
"Mr. Sinclairl I"
And they grew quite confidential to-
gether, gliding along the translucent
current beneath the shadow of the trees.
"Seven o'clock II can't be possible p
cried the wearer of the thread lace shawl.
+" Really, Mr.. Sinclair, you must be
magician to while the time 80 swiftly
away"
George Sinclair sat and pondered long
in his seven-by-nine room in the top
story of Sylvan Hotel, while he smoked
his cigar. And before he slept he wrote
letter to Kitty Barker, in which, as
plausibly as might be, he intimated that
bis sentiments had undergone radical
change since his engagement--that he
felt it would be sin to keep the letter
of his compact while 1t was impossible to
fulfill its spirit-and in short returned
Kitty's troth.
"fhere," said he, as he dropped it into
the letter box, where sleepy porter sat
by the light Of an evil-odored kerosene
lamp. "1t's done and over with"
Kitty Barker was bewildered and
stunned when first she read the letter.
Has he ceased to love mef' she asked
herself. "Have / knowingly done aught
to forfeit his affection? Oh, / will ask
his pardon on my bended knees, if"
And then she read the cruel docu-
ment second time, and began to see
through the gloss and glamour of Sin
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