The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-06-10
na peshorough's face fell.

Yes, why not?"
But we've always gone into apart
ments before"
That's no reason why we shoulon
have a change this time"
Think how free and easy one can
be in lodgings"
so you can IN this boarding house
at Seabourne, I'm sure. Irene. Smell,
who has stopped there twice, tells me
that It's a regular home from home.
Thus the Desboroughs, brother and
sister conversed towards the middle OF
July. And Frank Desborough got his
way; spoilt younger brothers usually
do. On the first of August they found
themselves two in the company OF
twenty-four stopping at the Crescent
Boarding House, Seabourne.
At the first meal Irene looked
around with foreboding: her worst
fears were realized. The stately dow
ayers that form the chief clientele OF
the Crescent for eleven months out
of the year, had for this one holiday
month all fed, and youth and beauty
were in possession. The stately dow
ayers (average age sixty would have
been such safe company for Irene, but
this gay crowd-ah. danger lurked
in every girlish laugh, cleaned in each
flashing eye. All. if Irene only had
had the strength Of mind to insist on
dull. decorous apartments.
You have guessed the situation; let
a few words be said in excuse for
Irene's selfish conduct. The Desbor-
oughs were orphans, and had no near
relations for whom they particularly
cared. The sun of Irene's sky, the
pride of Irenes heart was her brother
Frank She chung TO him and looked
up TO him in everything. She wished
to keep him TO herself; he must never
marry, because there was no girl in
the world worthy of being his wife.
Frank was not good looking. but
then, of course, 1t is a delusion (chief
" peculiar 10 lady novelists) that
girls like good-looking men. He had
highly agreeable manners, and was OF
4 most genial disposition, and the COM
pany at the Crescent soon gave him
their fullest admiration.
"A delightful man. your brother,'
said a pretty. fair-haired girl. Mabel
Patton by name, 10 Irene. He had
Just been singing Songs of Araby''-
The most dangerous song in mis- roper.
toire, for every girl in the room
thought 1t was sung for her.
Whenever a chance subsequently oc
CURED. Irene glared at that fair-haired
girl She did not offer her the mus
lard at table. and made her ask twice
for the salt. But it seemed no good
the fates were against her. Resist as
she might, Irene felt the horrible drift
Of circumstances. Those two were
growing intimate with appalling rapid
| ity. Last night Miss Patton and Frank
| had been drawn partners at whist
| drive, and now they were out there OF
the lawn playing singles at tennis.
Thirty, love-" sang out Franl
across the net; and Irene went with
Ing to her room, to have a good cry
It was only a score in tennis, but des
tiny she felt sure was scoring off her
too.
Suddenly, in the secrecy of her OWL
room, Irene's eyes frightened; g
wicked little smile played around hel
| lips. She had thought of a scheme
such a simple scheme-for saving hel
brother from the fair-haired girl, ant
| possibly preserving him intact for sew
| eral years to come. The simplicity o.
| the scheme seemed to guarantee 1t!
success. One sentence of a few words
| and Miss Mabel Patton, now in Irene!
eyes a bold adventures, would b.
choked off forever
| II was in the drawing-room after
| dinner The men had not yet drifteC
up from the smoking-room, so The
ladies were exclusively in possession
| Irene, a large volume under her arm
and her best smile on her face, crossed
over to Miss Patton's side.
Would you like to see this book o
photographs my brother has taken?'
Mabel Patton expressed delighted &C
quiescence. She had no suspicion o
the plot in hand.
Il was the Photographic amateur
usual collection, consisting of odds ant
ends of people and places. principal.
gathered on Frank DesbOrough's holi
days. Irene made the usual explana
ton, and Mabel the usual appreciativ
remarks. When boredom seemed a
hand, Irene slid her hand abrupt.
over the photo of a girl.
Now, Miss Patton, I've a good min,
to make you guess who this is"
"Oh, please don't. I'm no good a
conundrums."
Il wonder If you know my brothe
sufficiently we'll TO be able TO pictur
his fiancee?"
Miss Desborough. you don
mean"
Irene nodded, slowly taking ava
her hand from the photograph Wit
color Enthusiastically heightened. Mabe
Patton looked closely at the Likeness
revealed
1t was an imperfectly develope
photograph of distant cousin of tn
Desboroughs. named Ada Seymour, TO
whom Frank. needless to say, did nc
care two straws. whom indeed he ha
not seen for three or four years, an
was not likely 10 see again, as tn
families had quarreled. Its effect o
Miss Patton was somewhat surprising
she started.
"I-er-seem to know this face"
What" CALCULATED Irene, tremblin:
"Oh, no, l must have made a mi
take. 1t is like some one | know
though. Well, it's an interesting fac
and 1 hope she and your brother wi
be happy together"
And Mabel casually turned the pag
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