The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-11-05


 Goodbye!
 How do you tell when summers gone?'' asked Peggy the other day, obvious an- swer to which is, of course, when sum mer has gone"
 But summer comes back" she replied lightly. often after ope thinks 1t can't come back"
 It is q most reprehensible thing to have ones conversation still colored with all lusions to that little Reno Bout but Peggy probably doesn't remember 1t was fought
 Maybe this summer won't come back,'' said she as she drew her light wrap 1 closer about her, Tor Is it gone?"
 You can't ever seem to tell about sea- sons in town somehow. In "business circles" summer has gone on the first day of September. Another milestone is passed when the masculine element relegates the straw hat to obscurity on September 15. 1 It's only "out of town" that one may get sort of "perspective'' on the sea- sons.
 Peggy and I went out to East Lake Park the other afternoon.
 It was o'clock and the car shot through the yellow haze that looked like Autumn.
 Peggy "pooh- -pooh-ed" my Indian Sum- mer remark by explaining it was plain old | road dust.
 All along the line even, in spite of the drouth there were lines of brilliant col | oring We dashed past little clover patches that were as green as the "ould Sod" and fields where tomatoes were sprinkled about like spilled rubies in the l glowing sun.
 A blue gray haze draped the horizon 1 like misty chiffon veil, and that won | drous ombre effect that we have all | been trying to achieve fin our sartorial ar I engagements, is giving a daily demonstra- ton of the beauty and possibilities in "shadings' where pale lavenders run to pink and blue-greens take up the yellow tones, and the whole color scheme melts 1 into an "AutumR Pastel"
 When Turner painted that picture ex- actly like all this,' said Peggy, as she indicated the blue-gray- sky, there | were some who said that no such coiors existed. but look yonder!'
 Truly. truth is more wonderful than anything on an artists palette.
 Sometimes" said Peggy, T think Fur ner must have seen Just such a scene as this irSkthose effects that he gives of a washed out looking reflection of flame dancing in the clouds. Look again!''
 Summer is going" I said as I glanced at the faded grass and the Drowned leaves of the trees. 'The pollen is flying and the birds are fitting southwark
 But I'm not sure that Summer can't come back" Peggy persisted.
 East Lake Park Is as empty as a last years birds next.
 For the first time since last June Peggy and I went out to this popular resort on q car that was uncrowded Besides our | selves there was only solitary old lady and little red checked boy.
 The "Coney Island' spirit of East Lake park has folded it's summer wings and like the Arabs, silently stolen l away"
 All the popcorn stands and the pic ture taking man, and the pink lemon ade vender, and the see-saws ana the Ferris Wheel and the Aerial Tramway, are as mute as the Harp That once Thro' Taras Hall'-the soul of music shed.
 Isn't it just too lovely for words, to be out here all alone?" asked Peggy presently. We won't spoil that sun set reflection. by words though-will we?"
 We wandered about the lake, like two school girls, threading our way about through patches of goden-ro here and there, and holding grass, un- til finally we found a heavenly spot to sit down and rest in, and this we did.
 The canoes that infested the lake .during the good old summer time were all housed. Even the pavilion and dance hall the scene of so much gaiety during the summer season, was like a "banquet hall deserted"
 It was so quiet and so pretty, that somehow the world seemed very far away-and before we knew it. the