The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-12-31
An
Episode
| Of
Sumner
By Evelyn Jewell
Beach Aug 16

- Beach, Aug. Is.
Dear Club: Listen to my tale Of
woe, and comfort me q little, II you
lcan. sister mine.
Such perfectly dreadful thing hap
Ipsned yesterday to Lou and me. that
we're going to leave this place tomor-
row by the very earliest train. Now
don't play the good married sister act
and tell mother, for I'm going to write
her myself and say that the place
didn't agree with me; that ! am full
iof malaria, and we are being devoured
by mosquitoes. Then she won't say a
word against my leaving, but will
write me instead, like the sweet thing
she IL, to come to the Springs and
spend the rest of the month with you
and her.
You know how / hate the Springs,
and how / begged mother to let me
come here with Lou and Mrs. Berry,
but I would be willing to spend the
rest of the summer In the Fe1ee Is
lands rather than stay here after yes
terday's experience.
To begin at the beginning, you see
we had already been here two weeks,
and hadn't met new fellow (excuse
the lapsus) In all that time. Bathing
Is the order of the day, and there are
q lot OF US who always battle together.
mostly old friends and few young
men we met last summer, very good
to fetch and carry, and that sort Of
thing, but awfully tiresome you know,
for we had heard all their stock stories
and Jokes over and over again. Be-
sides they were wretched swimmers.
in fact, there was not really good
swimmer on the beach. and altogether
It was very slow, and we were dying
to meet some new people.
Imagine our delight then, when, a
week ago, two perfect Apollos appear
cd upon the beach, and we at once
marked them for our prey, for they
swan like champions, and to see any
body who could swim better than our
selves was novelty indeed. But to
get acquainted with them-ah!
For days we left no stone unturned
to find out who they were, and to
meet them, II possible; all. of course,
in a perfectly proper and lady-like
way, but there seemed not a ghost Of
q chance.
Between ourselves we always spoke
of them as Damon and Pythias. for II
you want to talk about people whose
names you don't know, you have to
christen them somehow, and it's lots
OF fun. One fierce looking individual,
with a Van Dyke beard. we call Me-
phistopheles, and tender-eyed youth,
with yellow curly hair. we have dubbed
Goldie Locks.
the sand, in my bathing suit, waiting
for Lou, and, in the interim, watching
for Damon and Pythias to appear.
spied them presently. lying on the
sand. at no great distance. and heard
their voices.
"Shes a fine swimmer, Max" said
Pythias, who Isl dark, with eyes full Of
fun, and Napoleonic nose.
(which ?-the little one?" asked
Damon. whoeis big. blonde and ele-
giant.
mo, the one with the curly harr. I
wishJ could meet her. but"
A pun Of wind carried away the rest
Of the sentence, and heard no more.
So, then, Damon's name was Max.
My curiosity was whetted to sharp
edge. / wished Lou would come. for
we must know the name of the other.
sWho was the girl with the curly har
Evhom they wished to meet? But at
That moment our crowd came up with
Lou in the midst. and there was no
time for further speculation. However
managed to tell Lou what had
heard while we were bathing and we
agreed that something must be done
at once to make their acquaintance.
An hour later, after we had washed
our hair under the shower, and were
standing in the sun, with 1t streaming
over our faces, we heard q voice say:
Yes, they do say that she's great on
q swim, that one day she saw mer-
maid out at sea and swan out to
stroke its hair" They were quite near
to us, and we were giggling at the
mermaid story, but our hair yelled our
faces, and we felt quite safe.
what did you say the light-haired
ones name Isl" whispered Lou to
me.
Max" whispered In reply.
"And my name ID Paul." said
Pythias. looking straight at Max, with
unblushing effrontery, ~ he vigorous
" toweled his wet locks. We were
paralyxedl They had heard us speak
ing Of them. What should we do?
What We did do. and could not help
doing. was to laugh. Then we made
our way with all the dignity we could
command to our bathhouse.
Our faces were burning. and yet We
we're 20 full Of laughter that we want
"a TO scream. II dawned upon W that
possibly. even probably. they had been
taking Of NJ when I had overheard
them. Perhaps I was the one with
ne curly hair and Lou was ''ths little
me"
nvidsntly. they were - anxious TO
most ~ - were TO meet them. and
no bright college girls, who never
1u1ked q recital. ought to be able
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