The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-06-05
The EDening Story
June.
(By Keith Kenyon.)

letter she was reading and cried de-
Ilightedly:
What do you think, Dick? June
Rose is coming!"
she coming?"
Tomorrow Turning to her
|brother-in-law she added, "a girl you
will like, Archer
who could help liking a girl with
such d name?' retorted Archer Way
land.
Daisy wayland shot mischievous
glance at her mother.
But June Rose doesn't live up to
her lovely name, Uncle Archer she
protested. ''She is quite plain and
not so very young"
Il don't like bread-and-butter
Misses leased Archer
Although I am sixteen I am not
ead-andbuttery!" pouted Daisy.
.'Why, June must be thirty, or over"
IT adore girls of thirty. or over"
IT expect she is perfectly willing to
be adored; she is quite an old maid,'
was Daisys parting shot
Daisy is so foolish sighed Daisy's
mother, who was halfway over thirty
herself. Now, June is not pretty,
but she has charm. and I know you
will like her, Archer.
Archer Wayland smiled into the
bowl of his pipe. He was not blind
sister-in-law, but he was quite con-
fident of his own impenetrability to
the shafts of love. Many matrimonial
snares had Emma set for his wary
feet, but SO far had he escaped-and
he would escape Miss June Hose OF
the de1cctable namei
But he reckoned without his host
in this instance represented ov
Daisy Wayland, who at that very mo-
ment was holding a strongly empha-
sized conversation over tho long~dls-
lance telephone.
ARCHER, you are the LATEST mem
Der of the family-you will have to
go and meet June Rose" declared
Mrs Wayland the next day
Where is Dick ?"
"He hasn't returned from Brockton,
Daisy is spending the day with Edltn
Lawlog and I have an appointment
with the hairdresser. Some one must
meet June Rose at the station; 1t
seems so unfriendly not to be met"
But this is my vacation, Emma;
You promised 1 souldn't do thing L
didn't want to-and there's my nam
mock and book and pipe"
"Now, you shall go anyway, Archer.
just to punish you for your lack or
gaIlantry; although it can't be much
of a punishment for you to meet such
a charming girl as June Rose"
"A lot she'll care bout seeing an en-
tire stranger" grumbled Archer.
you are better than no one at all,
flattered his sister-in-law kindly. e.
So at 2 o'clock, when Fritz brought
the big motor car around to the door,
Archer, immaculate in white flannels
and panama hat, came out and took
his seat in the tonneau.
On the way to the little red painted
station he quite forgot his errand, the
countryside was so beautiful. June
was his favorite month, and June's
roses were clambering everywhere,
filling the air with Intoxicating per
fume. The distant hills were purple
against the afternoon sky. The sun
dappled the valleys and sparkled on
he flowed through
A whistle woke him from his rev.
erie. The train wheezed to a stand
still, grunted and moved on, leaving a
solitary passenger on the platform.
All Archer's pleasant anticipations
vanished with his first glimpse of Miss
June Rose, a plainfeatured young
woman, dressed in a severely cut gray
cloth suit with stiffly Starched collar
and cuffs of white linen at throat and
wrist. She wore a manniSh panama
hat like his own, and her red lips were
set in stern, uncompromising line.
At that first appraising glance
Archer decided that her large gray
green eyes were her best feature. The
lashes were long and thick and black
and curling in strange contrast to her
vivid red hair, which was parted on
her forehead and drawn back in flat
waves over small pink ears. On her
rather good nose was perched a gold
eyeglaSS.
Despite his disappointment at this
vision, Archer mustered his charming
smile and advanced with barred head
to NEE the newcomer.
Miss Rose? 1 am Dicks brother.
Emma has sent me to take you safely
to Westlawn. Fritz will take your
trunk checks"
June Rose smiled primly at him and
permitted him to hand her into the
car. When Fritz had strapped the
smart little black trunk on behind
and they were gliding down the incline
that led to the Westlawn road the girl
uttered little cry of delight:
II am never tired of this view" she
said almost under her breath. TT al
ways seems to me that June is more
perfect here than in any other place"
He could not restrain the swift
glance he shot at her profile. What
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
lighted a cigarette. That gold trinket
hanging from a long chain looked sus-
piciously like a cigarette case.
Miss Rose turned her gray-green
trically piercing Archer felt that
she was reading his thoughts.
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 seer
I'm Archer Wayland; and I'm quite
well, thank you
How stupid of me-" apologized
June with a languid flicker of her
black lashes: II ought to have re-
membered that Dick had only one
brother"
MY gray hairs should have warned
you" smiled Archer stiffly, for in the
past women had raVed over his pre-