Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-04-07
GOODBYTOSUMMER
Thus Do We VeiI the Secrets OF
Our Hearts.
ey BARRY PAIN.

aired from Burnside still remained
I'd visitors said that it was much
loro pleasant now that it was less
1rIod.
Hc had made her acquaintance at
uruNde ON the very day of his ar
val a fortnight before-a happy
ae.c Of the dinner table. He had
cor.ed her to the ruined castle, he
al at by her side in the ecstatic
loom Of picture palace, he had
aught her the trudgcon stroke. They
lad listened together to the perform
nee 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 a Cockney
accent in it. She never misplaced an
aspirate, but she was not always
quite correct with the vowels "i'' and
90"
every fine" he agreed; a favor
lite Of mine. l wonder what they'll
give us next"
81 only hope" said the girl, "that
IFS not a comic. Yes, / know ] like
The comics sometimes, but tonigh,
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. y
don't want to take you away from
this if you like it," she said, but
personally l can't stand it. Pm 60
ing"
1t was seldom that the young man
took any less than he had paid for,
and he had only heard three turns
tonight; but he felt at once that this
was the right and dignifed thing to
do.
He followed her outside the light
ed circle. She carried herself well
and her figure was as perfect as the
fashion Of the moment would allow
it to be; such things are assets in
Dover street.
"Where shall we go?" she asked.
"Let's get out of the crowd up
on the cliff"
They walked on till the lights of
the town were behind them, the girl
still humming under her breath the
song which she had thought perfect
ly heavenly. Up on the green cliff,
out of the world, they sat down in
the shelter thoughtfully and munich
pally provided for them. A month
before that shelter had been stuffed
with couples seeking solitude and
finding it not. Tonight they were
alone.
"Enfn seuls," said the young man,
and suddenly remembered that she |
did not understand French and re-
sented the use Of it. "What l mean
to say is" he continued hurriedly, |
that that little chap who does the
comics always seems to be a little
well, he's clever, of course, but just
a little common"
81 simnlv hate vulOaritv in any