Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1911-10-04
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the Game


the doings here at Glen Echo" wrote
Elizabeth to her best friend at home
It's lovely little place-rather quiet
you know. Only a few people arr
here. but most OF them are very CON
genial.
AS didn't como with any expecta
ton OF being \ summer resort belle
! wasn't the least disturbed to dis
cover that there was only one young
man to the two girls. They quickly
turned the trio into a quartet by add
Ing me TO the group and We all had
the jolliest time imaginable for q
week
Tom Denby-we all call him Tom
lis bright and interesting and he
seemed perfectly content to flock with
us three girls without singing any one
OF us out for special attention. AS he
was, OF course, by far the best tennis
player OF the lot. We took turns play.
Ing as his partner. and at tho little
hop. where most OF the dancers were
married women and their young chill.
dren, he danced with us turn about.
with strictest impartiality.
III he liked any one OF us better
than the others. he never showed his
preference In the slightest degree.
was Just beginning to think him abou,
the rarest and squarest man had
ever met when Luella Penderton ap-
peared on the scene
She was 30 extremely gentle and
sweet. with such an appealing voice
and manner. that we girls never for a
moment suspected that wolf had
come among us CARRIED In the feecy
softness Of n baby lamb.
Tho very first morning after her
arrival she asked In a helpless sort OF
way how telegram could be sent.
You can telephone II over to the
village | said.
oh, shouldn't like to do that,
she replied. There's always danger
or getting a message confused over
the phone. always like to give It
TO the operator myself. Is It too far
to walk to the village?'
No. replied Tom. We walk over
nearly every day for ice cream. It's
only two miles
Two miles! I'm afraid I couldn {
quite accomplish two miles and back.
She looked down at her feet and
sighed as II reproaching them for be-
Ing so ineffectively small. Her trim,
high heeled patent leather pumps did
look absurdly little In contrast to the
loose tennis shoes the rest of us girls
were wearing.
1 can row you across the lake.
said Tom. laying down his tennis
racket rather regretfully, thought,
TOT we were just starting for the ten.
mis- court That will save about a
mile
How kind Of you! But I hate to
take you from the tennis. Don't you
think ! could row myself? never did
row, but I'm sure 1t can't be 30 very
hard
Tom laughed and said he thought
IL would be rather too strenuous a
beginning to row across the lake at
her first attempt. SO we three girls
watched them set out together.
That, my dear Alice, was the be.
ginning OF a duet between Tom and
Luella. Her eyes were not very
strong, she said, and she had a novel
which she was simply perishing to
read. The first thing we knew Tom
was reading it TO her in the most Sc
cluded hammock on the place. She
did not know how to swim and Tom
gave her lessons. Tennis was too vio-
lent for her and she couldn't watch
the game on account OF the suns
glare on the court. SO Tom gave up
tennis and we three deserted damsels
gave up Tom. There was nothing else
TO do. Luella absorbed almost every
hour OF his entire day.