Middletown transcript., 1906-05-19
"A DELIRIOUS WEEK !.
by JUDITH SPENCER

bad turned to go in, she paused
in the doorway.
You have been so kind that l
almost hesitate to ask any addi-
Iional favor, she said.
Oh, I pray you, don't hesitate
we are old friends, you know.
What can l do for you? he asked
eagerly.
Would you mind, then, telling
me your name ? she replied, with
a ripple of genuine amusement.
To think you have forgotten it
Easter ! he exclaimed, in
mock reproach. I am Anthony
Dunbar-at Miss Monroe's SER
vice-always.
Though the good people at The
Pines were decidedly particular,
they accepted Elizabeth at once.
OF course, her name carried
weight, for the Monroe family
was we'll known to everyone.
Then she and Anthony Dunbar
were such old friends, and Tony
was a universal favorite. And
then, too, everyone was specially
nice to her, so that she should
not feel awkward over the de-
fection of her aunt.
And instead of having but one
chaperon, a dozen friendly ma
irons had offered to fill that posi-
tion-with the result of leaving
her a perfect and entire freedom.
And Elizabeth made the most
of it! She danced, she drove,
she golfed, she bowled, she walk
ed, she rowed-and she showered
her delighted smiles impartially
on all.
But Anthony Dunbar did not
altogether enjoy her impartiality.
Her piquant face, her merry
eyes, her peculiar enjoyment of
every pleasure, great or small,
attracted him even more than the
grace with which she wore her
distractingly becoming gowns.
Yet he always liked girl to be
well dressed.
He had followed her so persis,
tently that the elders were good
naturedly amused. If it were
anyone but Anthony Dunbar we
should think he was seriously
smitten, they said. But Tony
finds a new flame every season.
Ard then you know he and Miss
Monroe are such old friends
So the afternoon of Elizabeth's
sixth day had finally come.
Anthony had importuned her
for a walk, and simply attired in
golf skirt and scarlet waist, and
more girlishly gay
than ever, she had started out
with him to climb Prospect Hill.
When the summit was reached
heyseated themselves on arocky
ledge to enjoy the view. The
hills were beautiful, and
the hotel seemed a toy house in
the distance surrounded by min
iature park-like grounds.
And l have just one more day,
Elizabeth was saying gayly.
Yes : and then Z? questioned
Anthony. l wish you would tell
me where you are going. Is it
Newport ? Is it Lenox ? Why
do you make such a mystery of
ito me?
1t is you who make the mys-
terry l am simply-going away.
You are a most unusual girl, he
mused, looking intently at her.
Unusual ? Oh, no; l am
very ordinary. 1t is strange you
have not discovered how very or
binary I am.
I wonder if you are never SER
ous :? he mused, still watching
her.
Her eyes cleaned. But this is
my holiday-why should / be
serious-now?
So they chartered and bantered
and laughed like children as the
golden minutes slipped away.
Hello! Anthony cried suddenly;
what's all that smoke over there?
By Jove it's the hotel-the west
wing is on fire!
With a low cry Of dismay Eliza
beth sprang to her feet.
Their firstimpulse was tohurry
1own-but the hotel was two
miles distant. and the fire would
be out or have done its worst BY
the time they could reach there,
SO they stood and watched it burn
My rooms in that west wing,
Anthony said stoically.
And mine murmured Eliza
beth. All, the flames are burst.
ng from my windows now. II
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