Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1907-12-14
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Lear G6TdldluSs IL you were dH
enemy of mine I'd say, Come on up
TO KimOno lake'-because there isn't
a man here and 1 don't know any
thing more dreadful than to have a
frunkful of clothes and plenty Of
BOATS and moons and scenery with
out any one to render them of any
real use. There was a man here two
days ago but-well, he went away.
You see, it really was all his fault.
When a man is tolerably young and
dreadfulIy good looking in a cold and
naughty fashion and has time to come
to a summer resort you naturally
suppose he is a real human being
and can dance and paddle boat.
It's nothing more than his duty, so l
don't see how / can be blamed. Ger
tain situations in life demand certain
things and if being the only man at
summer hotel does not obligate the
man to cheer up and take notice I'd
like to know it.
Apparently it didn't touch this Mr..
Clark. He sailed in and out of the
dining room as though he could not
sets off my dark hair so spIendidly,
or the other girl and her younger
sister, both of whom always looked
quite well-for blondes, of course.
And what really irritated me was
chat he didn't act as though he even
wanted to see us. You can tell, you
know, whether a man is just shy or
whether it is downright ignoring of
you. All he did was to go away by
take his canoe and vanish around the
point In the lake.
made up my mind that I'd change
his programme, because it wasn't
right. felt sorry for the little blonde
girl, she looked so lonesome. AS
for myself, it didn't really matter,
because l knew there'd be plenty of
others to take me around soon.
The first thing / did was to get a
light row-boat and start out one morn
ing about fifteen minutes after this
Mr. Clark had departed in his canoe.
Maybe he'd upset and 1 could rescue
him, / thought. At any rate I'd find
out where he went.
I came across him soon. His boat
had its nose stuck into the bank I'M
der a big willow and he was stretch
ed out in it reading book. 1 splash
ed hard, but he never looked up, so
presently 1 carefully slid one oar over
the edge and pushed it as far away
from me as | could.
ooh, dear!" l cried.
Mr.. Clark locked up.
owe lost my oar!" 1 said. what
shall l do! How stupid Of mel"
ooh, dear mol" said Mr.. Clark
calmly. ION the other hand it was
remarkably clever of you to manage
fl: because those oars are so securely
fastened in the oarlocks. But you
still have one. Back water with 1t,
and you can reach the other easily.
Ny canoe would only get in your way
II I tried it,"
So there he sat while swung
around with the other oar and did as
he ordered me. l was so angry that
I'd have liked to tip his old canoe
over and go away and leave him with
the muskrats sticking their heads out
OF the bank at him. And / got my
hands so sunburned rowing that they
are sights.
I put on my very prettiest dress,
the one with the dozens of yards Of
lace insets, for dinner that night just
20 make him sorry for his bearish-
uess-and then he didn't come to
dinner at all. Really, some men are
perfect brutes.
But 1 got ahead Of him when
went fishing. OF course had a per-
feet right to fish and he had no mort
gage on the whole pier and that's
really the best place, so 1 put on
Peter Pan waist and skirt to match
and q sweet white ruffled sunbonnet
and got out on the pier ahead of him
Hs nodded in a perfect polite way