Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-08-18

| Snt CnduBtu ullllu.
| Il don't see why you should beg my par
| don because a wave knocked you over"
NO, upon the whole don see why.
either. since the wave did for me what I
have been vainiy seeking for over here at
| the Casino"
| why, what?'
| Presented me to you. Pray tell me-
with the additional information OF my
| name, address. age and occupation, isn't
the introduction SUFFICIENT, or-are YOU from
| Boston,
She laughed brightly.
| I'm not from Boston, and don't really
see how you could have been more forcibly
presented than the wave presented you
| But just to remove the popular Idea that
the summer girl is not hampered by form.
| I think you'd better get some one TO pre-
| sent you"
''Oh. dear" groaned the Summer Man
Whom on earth shall 1 ask? Do you
know Fred Duncan"
She shook her pretty little head.
Bob Peters?''
| "No"
| Mrs. Transit7"
Gracious, Nor'
Neither do l. Mrs. Oswald osborn-'
| NO"
Miss Constance Benton?"
Why, yes, 1 do know her. Ask her at
once"
I'm afraid 1 can't" said the Summer
Man, ruefully. I've only just met her my
| SELF / don't believe she even caught my
/ name"
"well. I'll ask her, then, for I really
| should like very much to know you. Whom
shall ask her to present.
Mr.. Garland
The gay collar betook itself to Miss Ben
ton. and. oddly enough, while she was
| speaking about certain Mr.. Garland. who
should walk up but Mr.. Garland himself,
and say to Miss Benton:
What a very delightful place the Pier
| Is, Is 1t not, Miss Benton?'
After agreeing with him enthusiastically,
and after gentle poke from the younger
Constance, which was perfectly apparent.
Mr.. Garland was overjoyed TO meet Miss
Ogden.
Now that the barrier was removed and
she could talk to him with impnnity, he
found her deliciousy frank, original and
refreshing.
Garland fell to blessing more and more
the unceremonious wave that had cast up
their fortunes together.
Walter Garland was a young man who
was not remarkable in any way. Good
looking, of course; but, then, any fellow
who has a frst-class tailor and tolerable
features is that, There was no objection
to his family. his position or his occupa-
ton In short, he was the average we'll
bred New Yorker.
There was a certain girl land there al
ways is certain girl for every fellow, an
helress Hhom Dame Rumor had II that he
was affianced to, but he was not. He had
been on the verge of 1t for three years, but
he was not quite. There WAS an agreement
between them, however, that IL that sum-
culated to fulfill every desire OF eye heart
and ear. they would send out their we'd
ding cards in the fall He was rather fond
of the heiress, and did not doubt but that
they could get along together, but
Constance was entirely different from the
heiress and the more the Summer Man
saw OF her the more struck was he with
the difference. The heiress was always
bored to death. Constance enjoyed picking
I'd pebbles.
There were two Ogden girls-Constance
81,
yellow. There was a great diversity of
opinion in regard to their respective
charms.
Constance explained to the Summer Man
why he preferred her:
Because you met me first you see. With
Evelyn and me, 1t is just as Ii Is with us in
tennis-whichever gets the first serve wins
the set"
'.Ah, indeed?" said the Summer Man.
CHAPTER II.
''Wen what do you think OF the Pier?'
asked Fred Duncan.
"Peerless"' returned the Summer Man.
He had been there a week. and such a
week!
They took walk to the woods that after
noon. Beyond an unfinished stone house
and tower they found a stile, which led
from the woods into the adjoining field
and upon which they sat. Trees and lcng
grasses were everywhere about them.
Constance was in white from head to
foot, with puffy sleeves and a big hat.
DO you know, Mr.. Garland (this was
her usual way of opening up an interesting
subject, Il have been wondering IL YOU
lad been washed ashore with any other
girl you wouldn't have liked her just as
much as You like me-
And do you know, Miss Ogden, that i
actually wondered that at first myselfq"
And you have given up wondering?'
Yes, because I'm perfectly convinced that
/ would not"
She smiled and leaning her chin upon
the Dresden handle of her parasol began
to look thoughtful.
The Summer Man watched her. She was
daintiness itself and magnifying glasses
could not have found flaw in her just
then.
What do you think about summer
girlsT" was her next question asked in a
voice that was prettily pensive.
about them?'
such as you read of in the papers, who ac-
cept mans attentions during the summer
who sail, row, dance and sit In the moon
light with him. who, perhaps. eyen allow
him TO make love to them, and who throw
him over when they return to town.
He did not see her drift
Yes. / thoroughly believe there are such
girls"
"Ohi Do you think so? Well, tell me,
Mr.. Garland, is every girl one meets in the
summer expected to be that sort of grip"
ball. her bright face was dreamy and full
of tremendous seriousness.
Walter was keen to know what she
meant. He had never before caught her
i'm a serious mood. 1t was most attractive.
I'VE make up our minds that they all
are, in order to save ourselves great pain"
he answered gravely.
Shall / tell you frankly, Mr.. Garland. |
what 1 want TO say? don't know in the !
least whether L should tell you or motifs |
SO uncomfortabl BILE to be an unconventional |
girl; you never know whether you are MAX |
ing a faux pas or not-but if IL isn't the |
right thing for me TO say will you promise |
not to be shocked?'
Walter was becoming almost excited.
Tell me frankly, Miss Constance. Why |
should you hesitate? You know you may |
put your whole confidence in me-"
He did not add that he was not easily |
shocked, though he might have.
We'll then, MIR. Garland, / wish TO tell |
you that / am not a summer girl, and I'M |
less YOU wish to make ME as unhappy as II /
is possible for any little girl to be, You viii |
not treat me as one"
She broke on suddenly and turned away |
her pretty face.
Walter was bewildered. Whatever did |
the gay little sprite mean? Was she giving 4
him to understand that she was not the girl /
to receive attention without intention? Or /
~. j