The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1906-01-25
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deep stentorian roar.
In the distance the Union Jack waved
listiessly in the summer breeze. A
quiet somnolence prevailed everywhere.
H watched the sea gulls as they flew
hither and thither, sometimes alighting,
for an instant, on a bit Of rock or sea
weed; then up and away, soaring high
er and higher, in the heavens until they
were mere specks in the horizon.
The longer he watched them the
more ardently he wished he were gull
or bird of prey so that when weary
OF this existence he could HE him
away to other scenes.
He was deep in reverie when some
thing dropped in his lap.
A pink sunshade.
t'On, beg your pardon, how careless
of me-
He looked up.
Edith!
Harold"
simultaneously they uttered the
words, and he sprang to grasp her out
stretched hand.
what in the world are you doing
mere! she SAID.
"A truce from business cares" he re-
Piled; and yQu?"
"Oh, I'm with a party OF New York
friends. We returned from abroad last
month only to learn that we were to
be entertained by one of our party In.
Montreal. From thence we came to
Digby, and here we are all comforta-
l. I frrn''
You haven't changed Bit ne
said, as he gave her sweeping glance.
Same sparkling black eyes, same wavy
brown hair that curls in the same pro-
vokiag way over your left ear
She smiled
And where have you been since |
saw you last?" he continued.
He watched her as she def5ly opened
her sunshaoe and arranged it in front
Of them to shut out the glazing sun,
and his mind wandered back to three
years before when he had first met her
1T Bar Harbor, when every corner and
rreyice CT his heart was filed with her
image.
There was a delightful summer spent
in her company. Automobile rides,
boating, bathing and moonlight stro4ls
where they vowed undying devotion.
Then he returned to college, and she
to her studies abroad, and somehow
they drifted apart.
He awOke with start to realize that
he had not heard a word of her con-
versation.
And what do you think, Harold?"
she was saying. Il met Florence Eg-
gleston in Paris at the opera. We only
talked lor a moment She was with
some Frenchman, an inferior looking
person with an unpronounceablen name.
/ didn't have time to speak with her
very long, and Mrs. De Laci, my hos
tess, says it is just as well, for she has
a decidedly questionable reputation IN
Europe. You know, We used to think
her quite pretty, but mercy! hasn't
she faded? Really she looked extreme
~ vulgar and overdressed.
"Then 1 met the Taylors and Con-
RAIDS in Rome, and many other of our
old friends on the continent.
How is it with you, Harold? What
= have you been doing? Do you ever
see sny of tbs old crowd?"
Occasionally he answered, gazing
across tue Bay of Fundy. L ran into
Clyde Fessendon the other day at Sher-
rvs. and hardly knew him, he looked
SO seedy. Why, he's a physical wreck,
and looked more like a walking ghost
than a human being. I hadn't seen
I c1tn
B change struck me more forcibly. He
talked absent-mindedly about the cur
rent events, and after he went out I
asked Will Travers, who happened to
be with me, what allied him. He said:
why, didn't you know he'd failed in
business? He married one of the pop
ular debutantes last year. Can't think
of her name now, but she's terrible
spendthrift, they say. Took about all
he made to keep her in toys and swell
her around, so he went through.
Il Poor fellow" she said. That's the
penalty. l suppose you are married,
Harold?' =.
''Oh, yes, some time ago.. "a
.'To whom, may / ask"
Florence Eggleston."
They were silent.
and your he said presently.
ooh! | married Clyde Fessendon. -
Boston Post.
POINTED PARAGRAPHS.
True love says nothing and swaps
kisses.
A swelled head indicates contract
ed heart.
Tt is easier for most people to be poor
than honest.
A knot will not come united il il
would rather knot than not.