The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-12-30
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the Game

Il know you want to hear all about
NE doings here at Glen Echo" wrote
Elizabeth to her best friend at home
Its lovely little place--rather quiet,
you know. Only few people are
here, but most Of them are very con.
genial.
AZ didn't come with any expecis
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 quartet by add.
Ing me 10 me group and We sll had
the iolliest time imaginable for .
week.
Tom Denby-we all call him Tom
is 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 the little
hop, where most OF the dancers were
married women aud 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 about
the rarest and sQuarest man I bad
ever met when Luslla Pendertop ap.
peared on the scena
She was 30 extremely gentle ana
sweet, with such an appealing voice
and manner, that We girls never for Q
moment suspected that q wolf had
come among US garbed IN the neecy
softness OF baby lamb.
The very first morning after her
arrival she asked in . helpless sort Of
way how O telegram could DO sent.
"'You can telephone II over to the
village. l said.
"'Oh. ! shouldn't Ike 20. do tnAt,'
she replied. There's always danger
Of getting . message confused over
the phone. l always like to give II
TO the operator myself. Is Il too far
to walk to the village!
No replied Tom. We walk over
nearly every day for leo cream. It's
only two miles
Two nkles! I'm afraid couldn't
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.
can row you across the lake.
said Tom, laying down his tennis
racket rather regretfully | thought,
for we were just starting for the ten
mis- court, That will save about a
mile
How kind Of you! But hate to
take you from the tennis. Don't you
think could row myself? never did
row. but I'm sure It cant be so very
hard
Tom laughed and said be thought
II would be rather too strenuous q
W ioW hNioSs AhS INV NJ
her first attempt. SO We three girls
watched them set out together
That, my dear Alice, was the be.
ginning Of q duet between Tom and
Luells. Her eyes were not very
strong, she said, and che had q novel
which she was simply perishing to
read. The first thing We knew Tom
was reading II to her In the most So
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.
This bad been going on for fivs
days and we we're making up our
minds that the AFFAIR must surely end
In an engagement whom yesterday an
other girl arrived at Glen Echo. Lusl'
Ia looked somewhat startled when the
newcomer Alightet from the village
bus In front OF the inn just as We all
came out after dinner.
The girl didn't even watt TO see