The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-07
NOT WHAT She SEEMED
BY KEITH KENYON.


Mrs Wayland
But this is my vacation. Emma!
You promised l shouldn't do a thing
| didn't want to-and a lot she'll care
about seeing an entire STRANGER"
grumbled Archer.
You are better than no one at all"
flattered his sisterin-law kindly.
On the way to the little red-painted
station he quite forgot his errand, the
countryside was so beautiful A whis-
tie woke him from his reverie. The
train wheezed to a standstill. grunted
and moved on, leaving a solitary pas
senger on the platform.
All Archer's pleasant anticipations
vanished with his first glimpse Of
Miss June Rose, a plain-featured young
woman, dressed in severely cut gray
cloth suit. She wore mannish pana-
ma hat. like his own, and her red lips
were set in a stern, uncompromising
line. Archer decided that her large
gray-green eyes were her best fea-
ture. The lashes were long and thick
and black and curling in strange coli
trast to her vivid red hair.
Despite his disappointment at this
vision. Archer mustered his charming
smile and advanced with barred head
to meet the newcomer.
June Rose smiled primly at him and
as they were gliding down the incline
that led to the Westlawn road the
girl uttered little cry Of delight.
He could not restrain the swift
glance he shot at her profile. What
a wonderful complexion she had-pale
and creamy.
She turned quickly and the illusion
was lost. She was SO trim and man,
nish in look and attire. He would not
have been surprised If she had lighted
a cigarette.
And how is poor Mr.. Archer Way.
land?" asked June Rose Daisy In.
forms me that her uncle is in wretched
health. But old people are subject
to rheumatism. and one never
knows"
"Old people!" gasped Archer Way
land in helpless wrath at the wicked.
ness Of Daisy. why, you see-er-
I'm Archer Wayland: and I'm quite
well, thank you"
How stupid of me-" apologized June
with languid flicker Of her black
lashes. Il ought to have remembered
that Dick had only one brother"
my gray hairs should have warned
you." smiled Archer Stifily, for in the
past women had raved over his pre-.
maturely whitening locks.
Really, I'm afraid didn't notice."
apologized June. Then she added with
manifest relief, Here Is dear West.
lawn, and Daisy is coming to meet
U.S."
Daisy climbed into the car and the
machine went on to the house. Mrs
Wayland came to the steps to greet
the slender girl in gray. She held the
gloved hands of June Rose and
scanned her with round. inQuiring
eyes.
For PHYS sake, June, what have
you done to yourself?" she gasped.
You are a perfect fright"
Thanks" murmured June. and In
an aside she Kissed at the giggling
Daisy, you little beast"
Archer Wayland wandered OF to his
hammock and book and pipe.
"Drat the women!" he muttered. II
believe Ill send myself telegram to
come back to town. But q girl with
red hair must have some temper"
A week later he went back to West
lawn, firm in the belief that the dis
agreeable young woman had depart.
ed His arrival was greeted with de-
light by Mrs. Wayland
do go and find Daisy" she urged.
"She is picking roses for the dinner
table; she will have a basketful and
she may need help"
Archer went whistling down the
path to the rose garden, which was
secluded within a high privet hedge.
A young woman was sitting on a
marble bench drying her hair In the
warmth of the June sunshine.
Suddenly pair of white dimpled
hands were lifted to gather the red
tresses.
A pebble crunched under Archer's
foot and the woman turned her face
to him-a heart-shaped face Of creamy
white, with arching dark brows and
Jet black lashes that fringed gray.
green eyes, opened wide in startled
wonderment. Scarlet lips with dim.
pies at the corners and flashing white
teeth that disappeared as the smile
vanished. and then the lips straight
ened into the prim lines of Miss June
Roses mouth.
TITS no use," said Archer DELHI
erately. I've seen how you can look
and you needn't masquerade any
longer"
Framed in the waving meshes of
her hair, her face was indescribably
lovely. Wave after wave of pink
flushed the white skin.
1T was all Daisy's doing!" she muir.
INJURED contritely.
"Oh, Daisy doesn't matter" said
Daisy's uncle cruelty. II ran away
from you. for no matter what reason,
and I came back because I simply
knew that girl named June Rose
! must be-well. June is my month
and may we begin our acquaintance
all over again."
June flushed under his ardent
glance.
Why begin over again." she asked
demurely. Il think we've made a