The Penn's Grove record., 1896-02-21
| THAT GIRL AT LAKE LINCOLN.

ana I'm quiet, and I deceive him, but
when Pm put"
you will do 1t againT"
"Oh," she gasped, I'D love It'll I'd
owe 1t this minute-now. Haven't YOU
EVER tried 1t? It's beautiful Don't
let us talk about 1t. Talk about some
thing else, quick! Tell me the fascin-
ltion Of whisky; l can't understand
that"
So he explained to her, as well as he
sould. being a temperate young man.
The fascination of getting intoxicated
IN whisky, and she listened with avid
ty.
Then their conversation drifted into
p~leasanter channels, and he discovered
that, her passion apart, she was a sim
gularly bright and Intellectual compan-
bn. They discussed a variety Of topics,
from literature to lawn tennis, and said
Good night" at last, with the arrange
nent that they should make up q match
IN the following afternoon, q couple
VI decent courts being among the doc
tors "recreations."
In mi way and another Bartlett
sound himself In Miss vancouver's So
hety a great deal during the next few
lays.
Primarily he thought It was because
the was able to supply him with so
much material for the "series"-she
vas acquainted with the details Of ev-
Try inmates case-but by degrees he
was forced to own that 1t was because
ae liked her. Strange as 1t may sound
-as 1t did sound to Bartlett-she at
racted him, no longer az good copy"
but as a girl.
1t was only as his interest in her
ieepened that the painful fact con-
family oppressed him, and then he
.ame to the conclusion that she was
occupying his thoughts much more
han was desirable and he determined
% bring his Investigations to q close.
He told her one morning that his stay
vas terminating.
II have been here three weeks and
have not tasted a drop Of whisky the
Hhoio lAAcp AS 5dius IL 4 Cau no
without 1t for three weeks I can do
without it always. Miss Vancouver, +
I'M cured"
She gazed at him sadly.
II hope So" she said, but I never
ret heard Of so quick a cure. Hays
Fou spoken to the doctor?"
II intend to do So" replied Charlie.
Anyhow, / have not been placed here
Il can leave whenever l like
They were in the garden as usual:
Miss Vancouver was lying In a ham,
mock. She had a white dress on, and
aer hair was rufled by the cushion and
The breeze. He thought he had never
,een her look so charming, go subver-
i've to his common sense. Her dark
lyes were regretful, almost tendee.
"Sha'n't / goT" he said.
"How-how can I advise youft said
Mss Vancouver. "You must do what
rou think best"
He stood frowning at the grass and,
more than ever, he knew that 1t was
u He was in love with her. Moth
ng more hideous could well have hap
,cned to him. In love with this girl.
Yes, Indeed, the sooner he went the
setter for his peace of mind.
"Do you know that you have never
old me your name" he said huskily;
4 should like to know your Christian
aame."
...It's frankie"
FRANKIE Vancouver'-it's curious;
somehow it suits you. ! shall 60 this
afternoon, Miss frankie Vancouver.
VIII you say good-by to me now?"
He knew as he turned away across
de lawn that she understood he was
fond OF her, and she, as she lay watch
ng his receding figure. knew that shV
Jared for him.
And, of course, 1t was one OF those
hings that he ought to have ridiculed
md sneered at and forgotten. Only he
.ould not. 1t remained a horrible coni
,-ciousness with him that the girl hs
loved was shut up in an establishment
It Lake Lincoln for treatment for thu
norphla vice.
Sometimes the picture of what she
night become forced itself between
aim and his work. and the face of
Frankie ten years hence glared up at
aim from the manuscript. Then he
,huddered and left his desk. and tho
irticle did not progress very rapidly
he rest Of that day.
He found 1t SO difficult to concentrate
ais attention on what he was doing
that it was a fortnight before No. i Of
HE series was finished. After that,
he fell into the swing Of the
thing, and went on apace.
He had decided to submit the six
,apers-he meant to have slx-all at
ace and, when they were done be
dubbed his hands. They represented
in editorial compliment and a very sub
,tantiai check, he calculated.
He was staying In a clearinghouse,
ind he was inclined to be careless In
,is habits. What was his dismay the
following morning. on unfolding hts
.opy of the Chanticleer, to see that he
lad been forestalled. There 1t was
with terrific headlines, and a leader
.alling attention to 1t besides-"The
Liquor and the Ladlesi Life In a Dip.
sorarlac Home. By Our Special Com.
missioner. To Be Continued Day by
Day. Dainty Danes Demand Drink
Desperately Startling Stories Of Some
Sinners IN Society"
He caught up his hat and cane and
bumped on the first cable a that pass
I'd him. The editor Of the Chanticieef
was in, and, as it happened. accessible.
II want to know who's doing your
pipsomanIac Home seriesT' began
Charlie. II suppose 1t isn't q secret
who Is herr
well" said the editor. Il guess II
Amt your affair. but I don't mind tea-
ing YOU. The stuff was sent In by an
outsider and l thought It : good
idea. what do yoH ask for, anyhow
-NAss saJ ask PR caAasa f1Asiis
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