The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-07-25
SUMMER HOTEL CHALMERS,
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(Continued from Sixth Page) he had tumbled out at one morning to play tennis with the Bryn Mawr girl, who had been the crack player at college, and thought she was in best form in the early morning. Not that She has any form to speak of at any hour" he commented; and the bachelor girl only smiled; for even a profession al entertainer must have moments when he isn't good natured.
 When the tennis champion let him off he went rowing with another girl who always felt so vigorous in the morning, Then he bowled with the crowd; and, as the one boy In the place couldn't take care of the three alleys that were going, he threw himself into the breach and set up pins. for his crowd After that he took tSb new girls and their mothers to consult the Indian fortune teller. If that old squaw should die I'd have to give up my job" he said apprehensively, land she certainly doesn't look as if she could last through the season."
 In the afternoon he organized pie nic and carried it out with eclat, and after dinner he sang love songs, which each girl in the house felt to be hurled directly at her head; and then he danc- ed danced, danced, with all the girls who had no other partners, and he swore to each one as he pulled her around that he had never known the poetry of motion before. He made en- agreements by the dozen for the next day, and he said a score of soulful good niUhfs. and than-hp OIt Tn tha quiet corner of the veranda, where the bachelor girl was sitting, and told her all about it, while he savagely pulled the blossoms off the honeysuckle vine; and she wondered why an attractive fellow, with wealth and strength, ever went in for such hopeless, inglorious work.
 Everything went well enough until a pretty southern girl arrived one day and attracted all the professional men to her court. She had things her own way, and bewitching, capricious, episodal way it was. The bachelor girl noticed that the entertainment committee seemed Tagging a trifle. The evening bulletins grew more bitter and less humorous and the honeysukle had no blossoms to boast of save where they were out of reach of restless f1n- gers.
 The homely girls were not funny any more. They were maddening, and the whole "blaned business was detesta- ble, and he was half persuaded to chuck it over and go off somewhere anyway. Once in a while he joined the crowd around the southern belle, and occasionally the wallfowers languished while he walked up and down the ve- randa in the moonlight with the deli cious little coquette from Dixie The bachelor girl could see them from her chair. Then one morning there was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, and the hotel manager looked vicious, and everything seemed uncom- monly stupid and slow, except for the southern girl, who was enjoying life as usual The indispensable young man the joy of the wallfowers had depart ed hastily. rudely, without saying fond good-bys "A telegram some one said, and every one believed it, save the southern girl and the bachelor girl, who felt sorry for the tragic youth when he came up to her the night before and said good-by.
 s His jolly face was so abnormally long and he was so utterly unlike the hilari- ous, irrepressible entertainer. Int squire of ill-favored danes had faller in love-and not with susceptible spinster who had two million in hel own name
 There are dangers as well as trial: for a professional entertainer at sum rner resort.--New York Sun.