The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-12-15
A WELL DEVELOPED
SUMMER LOVE AFFAIR

is too mild word. She simply boiled
over and started to pack her trunks.
Then she unpacked them because, she
said, she could not In justice to the
family name leave me at the hotel un-
chaperoned.
"Chryssie Is thirty-six. am thirty
eight and neither Of us ever had q
chaperon in our lives-so I think 1t
was nothing but sheer curiosity that
made her remain at the summer re-
sort with me. She wanted to see what
l would do with Hendricks White.
Chryssie has got tolerably used this
summer to seeing me mixed up In 9TH
er peoples love affairs because they
were always contiding In me or beg,
rather a staggering blow to her when
l produced we'll developed love af-
fair Of my own.
you would have thought II was a
case of smallpox from her general at,
titude. She conquered her shock and
fee and will power. There is some
thing magnificent about the way
Chryssie endures the presence OF mas,
culine beings on this earth. She dis
liked Hendricks White the instant he
walked into the dining room. Hen
bricks is an old bachelor in the for
ties and successful lawyer who
barks at Jury and is used to seeing
1t wilt before his eyes, 30 he has.
rather got into the habit of expecting
everybody else to jump like the juries.
What attracted me to him was the
fact that he seemed to know instantly
what he wanted, whether 1t was the
choice of an ear of corn or an oar, and
because he positively snorted in wrath
when Libby Knox started to coo over
him. Libby is young woman of un7
certain age who COOS over every un-
attached man she sees. The general
run of men like 1t, even If they say
they don't-but she never tried 1t on
Hendricks a second time. After his
escape from her he planted himself on
the other end of the porch settee that
was occupying and breathed hard
as he glared at me- He knew ! had
seen the episode. Finally laid down
my work and laughed. couldn't help
1t. A sort of harassed, tangled grin
crept over his face. Here he Kissed
at me, why is woman, anyhow?
That is, some women?
ga makeshift of nature to fill up
vacant space told him, promptly. I
got that figured out long time ago!'
After that we were great friends.
And one day | went sailing with him
in little catboat that he had rented.
Chryssie said the idea of any man
over twenty going sailing was pitiful.
| But I've decided that the best way to
| have a good time in this world Is to
take things the minute they present
| themselves-and bribed the waiter
at the hotel to put up some sandwich
es and other things for me and took
along a book and bottle of ginger
| ale.
"An hour later, when produced my
little hamper and began unpackins
things Hendricks said: You're the
was just hating the idea of having to
go back to the hotel for lunch on
day like this with breeze just right.
Any other woman would have thought
Of frills instead of sandwiches!'
Him! murmured, argumentative-
ly. Speaking of frllls--'
Hendricks paused with his mouth
full Of sandwich to glare at me.
They're all right he admitted. I
don't see why all women can't wear
white lawn dresses with drawn-work
like that. But you always do look Just
right
"My dress was white linen trimmed
in Irish lave, but forgave him. 1t
was touching to see how he enjoyed
being fed, and he positively purred
at the ginger ale and the book.
"'That's book I've wanted to read
all summer he barked. You read out
loud and I'll keep the boat headed.
Say, positively. could grow quite
fond of you, Miss Simpson, and I'm
not partial to women, either
"We had lovely afternoon and
when we started to sail back to the
hotel we were surprised to find that
the wind had died out completely. So
we had to pole in. This process con-
sists of standing in the stern of the
boat and twisting one oar around in
the water as though you were getting
ready to wiring 1t out and it is war
rant to lay strong man low in half
a mile. Hendricks did two miles Of
1t and | sat there and kept still while
he growled and mopped his face and
,gasped for breath
ut was when we landed that he
seemed finally to remember me. He
laid one hand on my shoulder-every-
body at the hotel was inside at din
ner-and he did not glare. 'Melanie,'
he said, sharply, I want you to marry
me! II you'd so much as opened your
mouth to make suggestion during
those two horrible miles I'd have
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