The Lakeland evening telegram., 1916-10-02
Evalyn' s
Surrender
A Love Story.
By CLARISSA MACKIE.

cern this story. which pertains to the
end of long courtship instead of the
beginning. But it is said that she met
him at barn dance.
Judging from the relationship out
ward between them for the next two
years, Evalyn did not reciprocate his
partiality for her. He availed himself
of every opportunity to be with her,
and she permitted him to be with her
a good deal. but that was all.
There was another reason why it
did not seem that the couple would
make a match. Evalyn accepted the
attentions of other young men. She
was very popular and not displeased
at receiving attention promiscuouSly
What girl is? Now and again some
young fellow would appear and do the
moth-about-the-c act, only to fly
away with singed wings.
Now, all of this was not to the liking
| of Evalyn's mother. Mrs. Lawton liked
Anthony Young very much, admired
| him for his sterling qualities, and
would have been glad to see her daugh-
| ter anchored to so worthy a man. But
she preferred to let Evalyn go her own
! gait and work out her matrimonial
| status herself.
| One day while Anthony was with
Evalyn, her mother being present, the
girl was especially ungracious to the
man, who was singularly patient with
her. Anthony received all her thrusts
with equanimity till at last one stab
seemed to wound him more severely
than the Others Then he arose and
! went out.
poor Anthony sighed Mrs. Law
ton.
Poor Anthony, indeed!' echoed Ev-
allyn loftily. T don't understand why
everybody pities Anthony Young"
"Yes, you do understand, Evalyn,"
contradicted her mother gently. you
have kept him dangling after you for
two years. and that is enough to make
any young man an object Of pity. If
you cared in the least for him-there,
that is always the way when l speak
of poor Anthony" She watched her
pretty daughters flying form as Eva
lyn sped down the path out of hearing.
Mrs. Lawton could not see Evalyn's
face, pink with emotion, or see her
brown eyes blazing with wrath as she
sought refuge in rose covered arbor
and sank painting into seat.
"Were you looking for meT asked
cool voice close at hand. Anthony
Young yawned himself into an upright
position and blinked amiably at Eva
lyn's startled face.
"No, indeed. You're the very last
person I want to see," she returned
GROSSLY. 81 can't go anywhere, An
thony, without stumbling over your
Thanks" he said mildly YOU'D
have to expect that around here, yor
know. I'll send myself telegram ant
go away if you want me to-"
"Oh, do anything that's spectacular!
retorted Evalyn unpleasantly. "Ther
everybody will arise in chorus ant
wall Poor Anthony"
as that what they call me? he ask
ed curiously.
|, Evalyn reddened deeply. She felt 8
strong resentment against the tall
fair, good looking young man who hat
been the least favored Of her suitor'
for many months. There was bull
dog tenacity about his devotion tha
excited her secret admiration. One
by one the others had dropped off t.
marry other girls or to dangle aftel
some new beauty, but Anthony Young
was always there to dance attendanc,
upon Evalyn Lawton.
When he stayed away, as he die
sometimes she missed him strangely
and stopped from her cool reserve t.
beckon him back. Then she alternate
ly smiled and frowned upon him unit
some occasion like the present drove
him from her side. They were visit
ing Anthonys sister, Mrs. Pardee
with whom he made his home, and i
was hard to evade Anthony on hi
own ground. although he had KEEP
himself in the background as much as
possible. Now her hesitation and the
golden sparks in the brown of hel
eyes warned him that once again she
had tired of him. Little electric sparks
I of blue came into his sleepy blue eyes
and involuntarily his spine stiffened
man may make a doormat of him
self for two years. but the pretties
little feet in the world will wear ou
the stoutest doormat. and Anthony
Young's devotion was badly frayed al
this time.
$50 they call me poor Anthonyr
he repeated. looking at her with q
very different expression from his
usual warm. friendly gaze. II wonder
why"
Its your own fault" murmured
Evalyn. plating the folds of her pink
gown. I've told you and
II know it," he interrupted with un
expected bruskneSs. you've told me
you couldn't marry me: that you didn't
love me. You've refused me fouI
times. and no chap with any self re
spect would invite further refusals oil
-er-annoy the-er-object Of his-er-
unwelcome attentions" He picked UP
his white linen hat and jammed II
down on his head. II have feeling
that I NAV he called hack 70 town this