Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-08-01

beautifully expressed amazement Air!
For PHYS sake. where is it? Why, man
| alive don't you remember my place
overlooks Lake Michigan? I've got the
coolest, most beautiful summer home
- Her voice trailed off wistfully.
| Indeed you have. Aunt Sophia" DR..
Grant had approached unobserved. After
greeting her affectionately. he continued:
Were out Of it down here, not being
near a body Of water. I miss the lake
wasn't a water dog. Ell. Aunt Sophia?"
II should say not! Why, Tommy.
even yet I take dip in the lake every
morning"
you don't say! Well. it's good for
you; How are you, Aunt Sophia
trouble? I hope this heat won't
! TT might be bad for me?" Mrs.
Tucker interrupted anxiously:
| "oh-no-but. Wen hope it will be
ly, well imagine we're on that fine.
broad porch Of yours, drinking in the
intoxicating breeze coming over old
Michigan"
| Mrs. Grants approach with refresh
ing, tinkling lemonade was an inter-
ruption to her husbands tantalizing
flights Of fancy.
| The next morning very faint breeze
stirred the leaves of the clematis on
the Grants veranda. DR.. Grant. stand
vanishing stanhope in which rode Aunt
Sophia and her devoted swain. solilo-
quized: by noon it will be as hot as
blazes. And they won't be back until
IA O'Clock, eh?" He smiled broadly.
| But they returned in time for lunch.
Besides being in a state bordering on
| collapse, Aunt Sophia was plainly ruff
ned. Mr.. Burkett appeared subdued
Neither showed relish for the dainty
viands set before them.
| HEvorvthinR'S inst lOVelV. Nell" l.
most wept Aunt Sophia, but I'm so
warm I can't eat! Tommy" turning
tragic eyes on her nephew, do you
know the hottest spot this side the
equator
| Dr. Grant smiled negatively.
| Mr.. Burkett's farm! It's sizzling!
And Mr.. Burkett insisted on superin-
tending the removing of potato bugs
baking" He glanced reproachfully at
Mr.. Burkett.
There was a breeze coming over
Downer's HILL" he ventured.
"Breeze? 1 don't believe you know
what breeze is here! Now. in Chi
"You have smoke. Crime and noise
as well as heat perked up. Mr.. Bur-
kett. The turgid note seemed creeping
I'VE have livab1e weather" crush
ingly. She turned from him deter
minedly.
She could not be persuaded to visit
the farm again and she showed an alb
solute distaste for driving along the
pretty country roads Mr.. Burkett loved
SO dearly. She had taken a flattering
Interest in them when he had graphi
cally pictured them up in the city. opin-
ling that they must be beautiful and
SO romantic with the dear. old arching
trees! Now it was. "Mr. .Burkett.
can't drive along those roads. I can't
stand the dust. And. for PHYS sake,
have the council cut out some Of those
horrid trees! They're stiding!'
They're grand" retorted Mr.. Bur
mother. How she lad loved those mag
nii1esnt old ms sps Many ,. summer ne
farm under them with the moonlight
alteriRg doKn magica really + through s their
had proposed to Mary! Aye, but she
was . grand woman! And how she had
loved the old farm. What a beautiful
companion she had made there. She
had never considered 1t STEALING"
But then Mary had loved the coun-
| try in rs great q measure as he. He
recalled her views on the city. ITS