Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1917-12-29
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BY AGNES q. sRoGAN.
fCopyrlsht. 1917. Western Newspnper Union.

Lawrence MOrey was tired of the
adulation attendant upon fame and
fortune. Presently, he acknowledged,
the call would come to him to go back,
hut he would now linger longer in the
perfect freedom this unlrequented
, Lakeshore resort afforded.
Most of the regular cottagers had
returned to their homes, the distant
! boarding place he had chosen was
free from interruption; It was unlikely
that the distinguished features of the
miniature artist would here be rccog-
nized. Fishing, ut first entered into
with zest, now lost its charm, Morey
took to long walks upon the beach.
It was during one of these strOlls that
he came upon u girls camp, with the
name of II well-knOwn city factory
above its door. The fair workers out
| for their vacation were evidently thor
Oughly enjoying the change. Much
like the favored girls whose society
the artist had always known, were
these bright-faced creatures taking
their morning dip in the lake, or cook
ing things over a beach camp fire. One
face especially attracted his attention,
several times he had met the girl upon
u return trip from the village. In her
short skirt and MILDLY blouse she was
childishly attractive.
Each time he saw the girl he became
more eagerly DESTROYS of knowing her.
After all-in this place so free from
Internationally not pass the time
with dverting Irritation? The wom-
en- ut home had become of tiresOme
sameness here one might find interest
ing variety. So Morey approached one
day jolly favorite dubbed by her
companions, Myrtle" and bcsought
Myrtle" for an Introduction to hcr
reserved friend.
"You want to meet Jane GrayY' the
girl responded. "sure, I'll introduce
you" and she did.
Jane Gray, swinging along down u
path, smiled when she was accOsted
"Im pleased to meet you, Mr.
Morey." she said simply.
II the artist had found the women
Of his acquaintance of "tiresome same.
ness" the feeling had not been reclprO-
Gated. Even In his indifference he had
possessed for them II fascination, so
now where Lawrence MOrey was for
once In his life eagerly DESTROYS of
pleasing, IL was not strange that he
should succeed. Jane Gray ut first
apparently diflident, yielded to his ac-
knowledged charm and few hours Of
the day found the two apart. There
were so many beautiful walks to be
taken, rides through the early autumn
In the artists car-enchanted mOOnlit
evenings the two seated In silent com.
partnership, just beyond the laughing
circle about the beach fire.
J Morey did not talk to the other girls
, this one little dnrk-eyed, sOft-vOiced
, creature claimed his every thought
Alone with his pipe, he fretted uncOm
fOrtnbly, that where he had intended
this to be but u pleasant Irritation, this
girl out of his world, had SO complete
ly Cnthralled him. When the acqunint
ance would be ended as abruptly as Il
began, would he still know this con
slant yenrning for her presence? II
his apprehension came a joyous real
izatiOn of love returned. Could II b'
love ut last-upon his part? This III
must know though he cast II from
him.
The opportunity came upon the nigh
: before his secretly planned departure
she was irreslstibly appealing rs the!
stood alone ut dusk, her upraised eye
showing In the moonlight with n sOr
i of radiance. Lawrence MOrey kissed
her-klssed her, and then he knew
8 For one glorious moment her arm
I chung to him.
i II love you" he whispered tensely
The girl sighed.
ut seems too gOOd-tO be true" SIN
said-"you and l meeting here ant
through this chance-a future life
I happiness. l will confess now, tina
knew all along, who you Were
else l should not have been so friend
/. ~. Though wealth and fame could no
= influence my love, that-just had t
, come"
Then, feeling the while like brute
MOrey told her. ut was all mistake
. He must go back. Loving her. still h
might not make her his wife. Their
was his aristOcrntlc family to thin
of, his career. One might prate q
marriage for love. alone, but after a
!. there could be but one satisfactOr
IS union for him--marriage with one G
a his kind"
10 Pale. wide-eyed little Jane Gray lis
II ened, then dumbly silent moved awa!
L. During the business hours ut tn
studio, he could not Danish her frOl
his thoughts. "Girls like that som'
d. times made way with themselves" an
A he wondered.
Bursting In on his troubled refle'
tons, one wintry afternoon, came hi
sister. "Such luck, Lawrence" sf
began, "Im bringing up millionaire
ess to see you. She's going to be a
the rage here this winter and II yO
70 can get her portrait, yOull be the rag
=. too. Daughter of the "Gray Manufa'
turing Plants"-man, you know, an
she's doing great work among fa
lie tory girls, has vacation camps for thel
rs and even chaperOnes them sometime
le herself. Wait till you see her"
I'd When MOrey did see her, he stOO
~ speechlessly staring. The little lad
te in costly furs was quite compose
Is When he could find moment with III