Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1912-12-17
when THE HOURS
DRIED THEIR HAIR
Or What the Doctor Discovered
in the Heat of New York.
BY JUNE GRAHAM,

Dreatnlessly, not all at once, please
Yes, he took it. Bah, dear, don't
France"
But, mother, I'm dancing for joy, -
tall, f1fteen-year-old Bah protested
Hes such dear"
For how much?" asked Josephine,
briskly. TITS worth ten with break
fast, mumsie, summertime, you know
But he takes his meals all out, 10.
And l let him have it for eight. He
seems such quiet person, just big
nice boy
Boy? Hasn't he a Vandyke and
moustache, mother?"
"Carlotta, not so loud. No, he is
quite smooth shayen. He is a doctor.
He has come on from the middle west
Indiana, | think he said--to take up
a special summer course here, and he
needs quiet place to live. with no
distractions"
She paused impressively to let this
point penetrate. The guilty four sur
rounded her with sober faces and
grave, sympathetic eyes.
There was Bah, blonde as Christ
mas doll, and tall for her age; Joseph
inc. demure and brown eyed, with
satin bands of dark hair bound about
her small head, Madonna-wise. Bah
said that 10 resembled sleek young
doe, with wide surprised eyes.
Virginia came next, wondrously
gentle, and fair like Bah. All the
Vernon mischief found spring and
COUNT in Virginia's silence and just
now she sighed, as If over the doctors
impending fate. Last of all, Carlotta
with her fox hair and fox eyes, half
closed and full of amber glints, Car
lotta who would wear gowns of dull
apple green's, and tenderest browns
and mauves, and look like grave,
sweet princess maiden.
I'VE won't bother him, mother
dear" said Carlotta now, kindly and
Understandings. Don't you worry"
So DR.. Arnold settled down in his
| summer quarters contentedly, thank
fully The house was one of the old
mansions. in the Washington square
district long since turned into select
rooming place. With four daughters to
care for and educate in her widow
hood, Mrs. Verron had chosen this as
the most comfortable, and as Virginia
put it, inconspicuous way of earning
living in New York.
The doctor liked it. He was from
small town, thriving, but lacking frills.
He was past his first struggles, and
has succeeded. Ever since his inferno
days In Chicago he had longed to
spend a season each year in New
York, taking up special courses in one
branch and another, and this was the
first chance. There were no distrac-
lions, no annoyances at the Vernon
house, he found True, in the early
morning as he passed out for break
fast he caught sight of various young
persons, all with averted faces and
hasty footsteps.
Good morning, DOCTOR" each would
tor acknowledge the greeting. He
wondered how many daughters Mrs.
Vernon had.
Saturday afternoon there were no
classes at the clinics. The afternoons
were for home study, he had decided.
Seated by one of the long French win
dows, half hidden by cool art scrim
curtains, he beheld one very young
person sally stealthily forth into the
back garden and proceed to dry her
hair in the sun.
1t was pretty garden, small as
some toy one of Nippon A stray bit of
holy writ filtered airly through the
doctors mind. my love is like gar
den inclosed."
This was a garden inclosed in high
brick walls, hidden by heavy masses
of Ivy. In the small diamond center
of grass stood tiny arbor, overrun
with wistaria. There were pansy beds
and mignonette borders, and low
groups of dusky red and gold nastur-
tiums
The doctor closed his book and re-
garded the young person drying her
hair in the sun. 1t was beautiful hair.
She might have been the love of the
South Wind My Lady Dandelion. with
that golden glory falling about her.
Her hair took on most wondrous glints
in the sunlight, the doctor unused, This
must be one of Mrs. Vernon's daugh-
ters. The youngest. possibly Her
shoulders dropped In schoolgirl fash
ion.
The doctor resumed his reading
Presently when he glanced up there
were two girls In the garden. Indus
triously and without regard for the
world above the garden. they dried
their hair In the sun.
Josephines hair was very long. She
looked like some brown nymph Of the
woods when 1t fell about her. The doc
tor became meditative, almost retro
spective In this day of artificiality and
pretense 1t was refreshing and reas
surfing to find here. in the heat OF New
York, such normal, beautiful crowns oil
| glory he told himself It showed poise