The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1912-12-31
GOODBYTOSUMMER
Thus Do We Veil the Secrets OF
Our Hearts.
BY BARRY PAIN.

BY BARRY PAIN.
The season was nearly over. But
the unquestionable sea view to be OBJ
tanned from Burnside still remained
and visitors said that it was much
more pleasant now that it was less
crowded.
He had made her acquaintance at
Burnside on the very day Of his ar
rival fortnight before-a happy
chance of the dinner table. He had
escorted her to the ruined castle, he
had sat by her side in the ecstatlc
gloom of picture palace, he had
taught her the trudgeon stroke. They
had listened together to the performs
ance Of the Happy Minstrels.
They knew that they liked each
other, but he had no idea how much
she liked him. She had by no means
permitted him at Burnside that COM
plete monopoly which he would have
enjoyed.
Tonight the last night of their
holidays, they strolled out after din
ner to listen to the Happy Minstrels.
She had distinctly eluded two other
girls who would have accompanied
them.
They took two deck chairs in the
threepenny or aristocratic section Of
the audience.
The pure treacle of Tosti's "Good-
by" rolled out on the cool evening
air and was received as usual with
rapturous applause.
Perfectly heavenly thing, that,"
said the girl. Her soft voice had the
faintest possible trace of Cockney
accent in it. She never misplaced an
aspirate, but she was not always
quite correct with the vowels Il" and
co."
every fne," he agreed; " a favor
ite of mine. l wonder what they'll
give us next"
81 only hope" said the girl, "that
it's not comic. Yes, know | like
the comics sometimes, but tonight
that kind of thing would simply
CRATE on me-"
The tired woman in pink at the
piano ratified out a noisy, catchy
symphony. On came the little man
in the red wig. He pretended to fall
over his own feet and recovered him
self. Loud laughter.
He turned to the weary woman at
the piano and said in an aggrieved
tone, "When you've quite done,
miss" Loud laughter. She re-
sponded with a sickly smile-as good
as you could expect from a woman
who had heard the same thing twice
a day for 90 days, Sundays excepted
The girl rose from her chair. 81
don't want to take you away from
this if you like it." she said, "but
personally l can't stand it. I'm 60
ing"
1t was seldom that the young mar
took any less than he had paid for
and he had only heard three turns
tonight; but he felt at once that thu
was the right and dignifed thing tt
do.
He followed her outside the light
ed circle. She carried herself wei
and her figure was as perfect as tn
fashion of the moment would ALLOW
it to be; such things are assets Il
Dover street.
"Where shall we GO" she asked.
"Get's get out Of the crowd u
on the cliff"
They walked on till the lights o
the town were behind them, the gil
still humming under her breath tn
> song which she had thought perfect
= ly heavenly. Up on the green cliff
/, ), out of the world, they sat down i
the shelter thoughtfully and munic
pally provided for them. A mont
u before that shelter had been stuffe
, > with couples seeking solitude an
Il finding it not. Tonight they wei
alone.
. "Enfn seuls," said the young maj
o and suddenly remembered that 81
did not understand French and r
sented the use of it. "What | mea
to say is" he continued hurried
,t ''that that little chap who does Il
* comics always seems to be little
well, he's clever, of course, but Ju
DO a little common"
81 simply hate vulgarity in al
er shape or form," said the girl. 81
Id like that"
tCVo.. lo,,s4 noo1 to toll mo -