Evening star., 1905-08-26

"You are all well enough by yourself
Maybrey' Bob Almy remarked, with the
brutal frankness of younger brother, as
he sorted his fishing tackle at one end OF
the dining room table while his sister pack
ed a lunch for him at the other; but you
don't belong in Nita's class. You are what
old Pike would call an inferior edition
you're an understudy. so 10 speak"
While this might be true 1t was not alto
gether palatable. and Maybrey swallowed
hard twice before attempting to reply; and
her eyes wandered involuntarily from The
bread and butter she was spreading through
the open window toward the tennis court.
where Anita engaged in game of SIM
giles with Wilbur Morei, while Dr. Piklng-
ton the towns new physician, who was
credited with hiblomania in mild form,
idly watched them from his lounging place
under neighboring apple tree.
DR. Pikington is a gentleman" she an
nounced finally, with dignity. He would
never call woman anything of the sort"
Bob stared.
Lord! but you are a COOP. Maybrey," he
calculated. Il never said he called you
that | don't suppose he ever thought
enough about you to call you anything. l
was only" Krtndly, making use of one or
his figures Of speech. Now, cheer up, ana
don't worry If I'm not at home with the
chickens TIA, ta." He went off whlStling,
untidy room. with her own thoughts for
company.
Once on her way to the pantry with
tray of soiled dishes she caught glimpse
OF herself in the mirror over the buffet and
frowned angrily. 1t was bad enough to be
the twin sister of beauty, and that beauty
Anita-but to be an inferior edition! Had
DIR. Pikington-? But, of course, that was
Bob's nonsense.
She recalled a certain afternoon, not
many weeks past, when she had been an
ur willing eavesdropper to a conversation
between Anita and of her latest VIC
tins. She had betaken herself and her book
to the summer house, and the afternoon
waned she became dimly conscious that the
rustic bench outside the door was occupied.
When your eyes look like that a mas
culine voice was declaring with ardor,
they remind of two moss agates.
Anitas answer had been unintelllslble but
the mirror which reflected Maybrey's own
ewes at that moment assured her that they
were a very ordinary hazel II never saw
hair quite like yours" the infatuated youth
had added. 1T is like soft dusty cloud
Now most black hair is so-er-so different
so disa ppointng.' Anita had made faint
gurgling sound. which she would have in
terpreted a gigglc, but her adorer not
having appeared disconnected, she was Will
ing TO believe herself mistaken. The un-
hattering glass in front of her convinced
Maybrey that her hair was like most black
hair She carried the tray into the pantry.
At 12 Anita came in from the tennis court,
her cheeks flushed from the exercise, her
hair in pretty disorder.
Wilbur has gone home" she announced
to her twin, who was struggling with the
weekly accounts. but DR. Pikington is 60
ing to stay to lunch. l hope there is some
thing good in the house"
'Fread and butter" succinctly. You
know II is Monday and Mary
Anita shrugged her graceful shoulders.
Don't be dub. Maybrey," she interrupt
ed. You know l can't feed man on
that"
Then you shouldn't have asked him."
was the indignant retort. I'VE are never
supposed to have company on Monday"
He has to see a patient down on the
river road this afternoon" Anita answered
TRANQUILITY, "and he is going to take me
with hm-his horse is beauty. OF course,