The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1912-11-29
TEE EVENING STORY
Myra Falls in Love.
DIV Gathering Coope.l

Myra Vaughn. fair, fascinating an6
forty, glanced UP. Three persons had
entered the dining room. Having
glanced up Myra's interested eyes fol
lowed the trio to small table in the
j opposite corner of the dining room
| They were a man, girl and baby
"a strangely mated couple" thought
Myra, not without a twinge of jeal-
ousy that a mere slip of q girl should
ing a type of man. ''She can not be
more than Is, and newell, he must
be nearing the half century mark"
And with the law of attraction
query unanswered in her mind, Myra
ordered an entire. While she awaited
its arrival she continued her scrutiny
of the newcomers. 81 think 1 have
never seen a more handsome man, -
, she decided and blushed-Myra still
blushed at 40-for a pair of quizzical
blue eyes had met her own.
Angry at herself for having been
discovered indulging in so rude a pas
time Myra turned her head SO that she
could not be caught again in trans
gression.
To the man on the opposite side
of the dining room, that sudden proud
tilt of the head was a danger signal.
A startlingly unique sense of expec-
fancy swept over him. What it was
he could not exactly define.
"There is an exceptionally beauti-
full woman in the dining room" he
said, turning to the slim, girlish fig
ure beside him.
ct will try to see her as we go out"
responded the girl, busy tying SER
viette under the baby's chin. A mo-
ment later she smiled up at him.
perhaps I won't consider her even
pretty she said.
You could not possibly do other
WISE" returned the man almost under
his breath.
Nearly every eye in the dining
room followed Myra Vaughn when
she arose and went out on to the ter
race. Her slim figure incased in its
well poised; her 40 years of life had
lent to her bearing calm that youth
might struggle for in vain. The sense
OF having passed through both the
summers and winters of life lurked
somewhere in Myra's being.
"Is she maid, wife or widow" Dav-
Id Lowery questioned only half aloud.
"She reminds me of Myra Vaughn,
the sculptor said the slim girl with
the baby, who had turned to watch
I must try to meet her"
ct wish you would" said David
Lowery, keenly conscious of electricity
in the air.
hoisted the laughing baby high on
his massive shoulders. Mrs. Lowery
followed, maternal pride sparkling in
her eyes.
Out on the terrace Myra Vaughn
wondered at the vague sense of fear
sessed of desire to flee far across
the lake or up and over the mountain
peaks as if there she might find calm
that had been hers. There was dan
flush to Myra's cheeks and a breath
less feeling to her body.
During her struggle for success
Myra had bravely closed her eyes to
the visions that from time to time
crept across her horizon. She had
longed as only a very feminine wom-
an can long for the one man that
could make her life complete, yet she
knew, too, that no life could be COM
plete had she crushed out the pot
ter's instinct in her nature.
''My fingers would have ached hour
ly for the touch of the clay" Myra
told herself and gazed fondly at her
strong, shapely fingers. They would
have cried aloud to me always their
longing to be a potter carving craven
images" Myra laughted lightly and
realized a desire to kiss the fingers
that had put her name among those
of the foremost living sculptors.
Perhaps it is only that my fingers
are sensitive to the nearness OF
splendid model" she told herself by
within her. Certainly his head would
make a beautiful bronze in miniature
For long time Myra strolled by
the edge of the lake, watching the
glories of the setting sun. AS she
turned to return to the hotel the man
upon whom her thoughts had center |
ed passed her. His eyes had sought |
her with peculiar directness, and
Myra had been conscious of blushing |
like any silly school girl.
When he had passed her Myra went !
swiftly back to the hotel, wondering |
and slightly angry at herself.
why have 1 passed through 40 Sc
rene years, only to be dashed about |
this way?" she asked herself Sud |
denly II flashed across her perturbed |
mind that the man with the slip of |
a girl might be that same girls faith |
er.
Myra decided to consult the register
in the Office.
She was conscious of a great in
ward sigh as she turned from the |
book. The names Of Mr.. David Low
cry, Mrs. David Lowery and child
were written there.
Myra went slowly up to her room.
On the stairs she again came face to
face with David Lowrey- She had
not intended to look at him, but by
an almost imperceptible movement on
his part she found her way blocked
until she could have glanced UP.
IT beg your pardon" he said with