The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-06-19
SERIOUSLY lIIppiD
It Was No Time for James Henry
Garfield to Think Of
PenitenCe.
BY ERNEST A. YOUNG.

tue f1epWOTlu lTuSC company, uelcCl'
ed the financial ills of the banks pa.
irons for eleven months of the year
with eyes that were hard. cold and
! hawk-like.
Then, during his August vacation
period at mountain, seashore or home
ly farmhouse resort. the afore-men'
toned eyes became dove-like while he
made love to the summer girl.
For seven seasons James Henry
filled in the August love-making pro-
gram without getting seriously nipped.
He could not even recall the names
of more than three OF the seven or
eight summer sweethearts. Yet all
the affairs had seemed serious while
they lasted.
He remembered their faces and
ways much better. In one case 1t
troubled him that the name had
dropped from his memory-the one of
the two years ago. up at the Lovejoy
farm.
It was she who had sent her wed.
ding announcement the following June.
He lost the dainty engraved sheet the
same day he received it, and for the
life Of him he could afterward recall
only her married surname.
He would not have been sure the
wedding notice came from that par.
ticular young lady but for the post.
mark and handwriting. These were
the same as those on an envelope that
brought him a bury smooch intend
ed to represent his own manly figure
In a pose beside the lane fence near
the Lovejoy pasture. For she had a
camera and snapped everything that
came her way.
1T wasn't Marcy, nor was It
Edith" debated J'mos Henry when
the image Of this girl who had figured
in the farm episode persisted in
haunting him.
It was the end Of July and his vaca.
ton would begin the next week. A
post card from the Lovejoy farm was
inviting him.
It wasn't much of a place. except
for that girl. Probably. he told him.
self, he would not be thinking of that
summer at all had she not the same
as told him, in sending him that we'd
ding announcement, that there had
never been a chance for him.
"She must have been engaged all
the WHILE" he tainted himself by say.
ing. while I was flattered with the
notion that she was-er-a bit sore
because | didn't wind up bv propos-
ing, she was engaged to this what
d'ye-call-him Rochfort. A peach d
a name anyway; reminds me of a
kind Of cheese!"
well go up to the Lovejoy farm,
| at Hidgeford. this year" he said to his
mother, the morning after the card ar.
rived
"Why to that lonesome place, James
Hcnrv?" Mrs. Garfield dcmnndnd
"For eleven months Of the year I
have no chance to get lonesome" he
argued. "Rcsdes. It isn't the worst
place If you want to loaf around row
boat, fish. that sort of thing, Truth
IS. I'm tired of seeing a lot of people
! Society is punk Say" he suddenly
added. "who was that girl? The one
at the Lovcioy farm"
"If I'm not mistaken. there were five
young women at tho Lovoioy farm
while we were there" Mrs. Garfield
told him. "Do you mean tho one with
| the PALE blue cves and faded hair?
Or the other blond who talked books
! and art"
mo. MOI" snapped James Henry.
! THE dark one. perhaps. who nagged
you"
ut doesn't matter" he again inter.
rurted. "She went be there this year,
anyway. for she Is married Husbands
name Isis Cheese!"
TIe chuckled maliciously rs he went
down to the bank, leaving his mother
wondering. James Henry certainly
needs to get away from business and
society and take comnlete rest" she
decided. sympathetically.
They were met at the Ridgeford
railway station by the Loveioy hired
man with a two seated democrat.
While they were being hauled up the
first long hill to the farm the man
told them that a broken-down Uni
tartan minister. a young lady and the
young lady's aunt were the only board.
ers already there. Even Mrs. Can.
field was not sufficiently interested to
ask for further particulars.
To escape greetings and introduc.
lions. James Henry jumped from the
seat of tho democrat at the foot Of
the last hill and proceeded to stretch
his legs along the footpath which he
had helped to wear. two years before.
The path ended at the pebbly shore
Of the pond, and there was the same
row-boat. freshly painted.
She was in the boat. In the act Of
pushing on: but she waited for him
with bright smile Of greeting.
James Henry was old enough. and
he had been in love times enough, not
to have his heart pound so ridiculous.
ly as II did when the boat rocked un.
der them and the pebbly shore reced.
ed. For she was rowing and talking