The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-27
UNDER A GREEN UMBRELLA
BY H. s. cANFIELD.

This was a summer party on one of the wooded knolls of Lake St. George. It contained five young women. five young gayest of the lot, and three husbands who showed desire to flock by them selves and discuss ways and means to get hold of a fourth man of settled tastes and so complete poker party.
 Most beautiful of these girls was Ju- dith Brown, daughter of a millionaire chemical maker of New York city. Old as she pleased, which avoided family bickerings and came to the same thing in the end. Judith was aged 9 years H,a er world to 70 have nave become little eet tired of its conventions and restrictions, yet not old enough to be blase. Five feet eight in her slippers. with sioping should CTS. rounded strong arms and the maiden curve of bust. she made picture worth looking at in almost any sort of costume Those who saw her as a winter girl vow who saw her in the full tide of August said that the ripest month of summer was not so fair as she; those who saw her on the links in October thought of tumn. The other four girls of the party were well enough-that is to say they were healthy. hearty, well-looking, we'll hammered American girls-but they were dwarfed by their companion. It is testi- mony to the catholicity of taste Uf the average young man that three of them were engaged before they got out of was. perhaps. the better off for that. Miss Brown found herself pursued by James otherwise Jimmie''-Weatherly, whS CSre 5lass- with scsrlet stripes son. who wore a blazer with blue stripes | This suited her well. better in fact than if but one of them had tried to win her. steady skill and enjoyed the playing to | the uttermost.
 Things were at a pass in two weeks where 1Weatheriy thirsted for Bensons l Weatherly in his Sleep. The married men. who could not find fourth for | their game, encot ragged thcm. There 's I no telling what would have happened but for remark by Mrs. Temple one day
 John. why haven't you invited Profes- BOT Thomson to come up2 You said you
 John naturally answered.: Whats the use7 He can't and won't play anything. But you told him that you would let | he said that college would be tiresome in vacation. He has nowhere to go and you ought to be charitable"
 o ohn tha inyitst,or hS Nest sveni1r % at dnsE @ | R farmers wagon was driven to the | camp. A lean figure hopped from the | front seat. reached into the bed of the wagon and extracted a large valise. put on a pair of spectacles. drew a wallet from It's pocket, paid the farmer and turn. l ed to the circle about the firelight Tenn | pie went to meet 1t and shook hands.
 '1t Is wearisome to call names" he said. bringing his guest forward. "and he will know you all in day or two l anyhow. Ladies and gentlemen, this is | Mr. Ezra E. Ihomson. professor of psy chology in Asamemnon University. Ezra, | take your valise to the mems tent over | there and come back to supper"
 The Professors eyes behind his glasses ! seemed to be mild and blue: his beard was sandy and sparse; his nose and fore head were high: his manner quiet. posi- tive and capable. He listened absently to the chatter about him. joining in at random now and then. Quite plainly his thoughts were with the college he had left ard his friends. the books. he had left behind.
 It was discovered next morning that he knew nothing about fishing; that rowing was not his speciality and that to him ca noeing was an undiscovered art. James
 Weatherly had a canoe ready for Miss
 Brown and there was just enough breezs
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