The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1904-12-28
LOVE AND
YOUTH
By
MARJORIE HENDRICKS

Ahhu W lPluH WOKE up WIFI start
TO the realization that as a summer
girl she was not in the running
For some time after the young peo-
pie had tripped down the steps and
across the lawn to the inn, where the
musicians We're already tuning up for
the hop, she sat alone gazing unblink-
lngly out into the mooniit grove Then
Il faint perfume stole over her shoulder
and well known voice sounded be-
hind her
"Oh, Miss Whelan, | am SO glad 10
find you! We are trying 10 make up "a
game Of bridge. You will play. won't
your
Il am awfully sorry" said Anna, ris=
ing. but | am wretched player and
always rouse the ire OF my partner
Besides, | have wee headache to
night. which would make me more than
ordinarily stupid Mt the game Some
other time
Il hope YOU will feel better tomor.
row. Is there anything l can do for
your Some salts
Nothing, thank you" said Miss
Whelan, with u smile.
She wished she might have been
more obliging The invitation had
come from one of the most popular
women In the hotel. popular. but mid
die aged. and Anna Whelan WINS not
ready to be middle aged. Alone again,
she dropped back In her chair, leaned
her head against the high wicker back
and closed her eyes. And for this-to
be left alone on the piazza-she had
saved part of her salary all winter,
had invested part of her savings IN
the quaintest of summer finery, had
counted the days until her vacation
began.
She recalled the enthusiasm with
which she had heard the other girls
plan for the stay Mt Wisconset. There
We're six of them In all who lived I'm
bachelor maids apartment IN town.
aud for month or more the one topic
of conversation had been the sailing
parties. the daily bath In the sen, the
y hich Wisconset was famous The
girls had insisted that Miss Whelan
come with them. and she now realized
that they had done every thing to make
her one of them since their arrival at
the shore They had always dragged
her into their merrymaking plans She
was with them, yet not of them, and
she knew wherein lay the fault II
was In her years.
Her cheeks somehow had retained
the delicate pink flush of girlhood, but
the soft gray hair waved above her
forehead told the bald truth OF her
years Her pretty frocks were more
dainty. more costly, than those worn
by the girls around her. but Miss Whe-
Inns taste In dress had always been
good, and with advancing years she
had adopted the more subdued color
ings and simpler styles. Her summer
wardrobe was that of n chaperon rath-
er than that OF debutante. Yet ut
heart she was II summer girl. She felt
as young and took as keen an interest
in youthful pleasures as any eighteen
year-old girl Sitting there In the moon
light, she realized that, once robbed Of
youth, a woman could not buy the lost
treasure back at any price.
Her childhood had been narrow. pen
ned In by poverty and an invalid moth
err pettish and eXacting. Death had
carried away one burden. that of I'M
appreciated nursing. only to lay upon
her shoulders another, that OF part
housekeeper part breadwinner. She
had gone into shop rs cash girl and
had attended to the household duties
night and morning. When she was
sixteen years old she sat up until near
ly daybreak three nights In succession
to set stitches In her sisters coniirma-
ton dress The sister went through
the high school, as did the younger
brother, and while they studied Anna
was steadily advancing In the store.
When she became buyer for her de-
partment and took her first trip abroad
It brought back the pink In her cheeks
that fled before her tenth birthday, but
Anna was now three times ten.
On her return from Europe she found
that the same disease which had wreck
ed her childhood and carried away her
mother had again entered her home.
This time 1t carried away In quick sue
cession brother and sister. Anna found
herself alone and lonesome. She fled
to the bachelor maids apartments for
companlonship and was made wei
thAGn yfr1a
her Junior. With them she Ind grown
young again. She had almost forgot
ten the gray hair. 1t had taken the
thougbtless boys In blue serge and
white duck to drive the iron into her
heart They were nice to her because
they knew that the girls would not for
give them II they were otherwise. But
that was not youth and the right to be
young and joyous and silly. Anna sat
up very straight. She had become pos
sessed Of sudden desire to giggle, yet
many a time and oft she had reproach-
ed the little cash girls In her own de
partment for giggllng.
Laughter and music foated across
the lawn. They hurt. She rose abrupt
ly and fed to her room. The headache
now was real. She tore off her pretty
gown and flung 1t heedlessly across the
bed and slipped into an easy flowing
kimono. Then she sat down by the
window, thinking bitterly that fate had
cheated her out Of the greatest thing,
the Joy of being young. Suddenly.
as she sat in the quiet, the sound Of
a sob reached her ear. Something very
like a patter OF bare feet came to her
from the hall. She sprang up and threw
open her door. A small figure huddled
against II fell in toward her.
oh, please. I'm 50 frightened all
alone. May | come I'M"
You surely may" said Anna as she
drew the shiyering, weeping child into
the room.
She recognized her now. 1t was the
serious faced little girl who had room
two doors beyond. She had often seen
her On the sand and on the porch with
her nurse. 1t did not take Anna very