The Elk Mountain pilot., 1916-04-29
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sy DOROTHY nLAcKMoRE.
Observation-Disclosures.

Because George Keene liked Elsie
Cartright very much he once asked
her to take one OF his fayorite walks
with him. This led them across the
Hudson and up over the bluffs OF the
Palisades. 1t included a country din
ror at the humnle home OF Jersey
former. at which the guests sat down
with the host and his family and the
whole hearty meal, from stew to pie,
was put upon the table at once.
Since that day Elsie had avoided
him, and ne had learned from the
laughing lips af pssgy Arlot:-who
knew Elsie weil-that the girl was
not yet free from the effects OF that
day in the country.
You should have known, George.
that Elsie Cartright is the last girl
who would welcome n sun.kissed
nose. Don't you know that her beau
tiful skin is the JOY OF her life?" Peg
gy had asked merrily. And you know
Elsie was crazy about you-evoryone
knows it, she added
George shifted significantly. so
much for my best efforts at compan-
Autumn was advancing rapidly and
the wonderful reds and yellows of
wood and meadow were drawing
Keene to Long Island, where he spent
that season. He bought his monthly
ticket and began early to commute
from his office to the country.
On the occasion of his earliest
tramp into the woods he felt unusu-
ally lonely-more so than ever before,
he told himself dismally. And then,
MS if to emphasize hts solitarincss. he
chanced upon three happy picnickers
building a fire over which TO brew
their own concc. He observed that
the girl and her mother were dressed
! in outing clothes and that they wore
I iow-heelcd boots and locked comfort
able and happy. He thsught of tEose
absurd heels of Elsie and was glad
that all women were not so silly.
That's a bunch after my own
heart" he commented mentally as he
observed the father comfortably smoll-
ing as he sat on fallen troo and
watched the women of his family pre-
pairing the picnic meal
I Doesn't this beat dinner dance
/ all hollow" he heard the father ask.
NO more OF that regular life fer
me-" the girl sang morrily as shs
ooked tho fire. Then she stopped AMI
looked at her father and mother. II
could find q man could like as we'll
as you like father and who cared foi
+ this sort of thing, Id-well, I'd marry
him. l believe" she said. But. alas
/ these men I've known have cared
more for ripping foxtrot and a good
lobster supper than for this simple
amusement"
/ Keene heard it all. And as he wan
1ered slowly on he heard tie girl
scream: "Oh, dad, chase this dog
away! hate strange dogs. He's
after our dinner!"
Here was another common interest
her dislike of dogs and his-strange
dogs, at least. He had heard OF tho
conpanionship of CANNES. but he had
failed to see into it. lie had never
set seen the dog that knew a toad
stool from a violet or a sunset from n
sunrise, 50 he had failed TO be con-
sinced of their value as human COM
panions.
Nevertheless the incident gave him
IN idea. He assured himself that he
must get acquainted with that trio by
air means or foul.
His noighbor had a horribly vicious
looking dog that was as gentle as a
turtle dove.
Two days later, accompanied by the
ticious-looking canine of his neigh
eor, Keene strolled through the woods
III which he had seen the trio of pic
.,c.ssr.. The dog lad been carefully