The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1917-02-24
Evalyn's
Surrender
A Love Story.
BY CLARiSSA MAcKIE. !
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Germ this story. which pertains to the
end Of long courtship instead OF the
beginning But 1t IL sald that she met
him at IL barn dance.
Judging from the relationship out
ward bet ween them for the next two
years. Evalyn did not reciprocate Ills
Partially for her. He availed himself
of every opportunity to be with her.
and she permitted him to lie with her
q good deal. but That was all
There was another reason why 1t
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-a bout the-candle act only to dy
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 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 Anthonyr' sighed Mrs. Law
ton.
'Poor Anthony. indeedr' echoed Ev'
allyn loftily. ~ don't understand why
everybody pities Anthony Young"
"Yes. you do understand. Evalyn."
contrndicted 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 cnred In the least for him-there.
that Is always the way when ] speak
Of poor Anthony" She watched her
pretty daughters flying form as Eva
Ign 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 a seat.
Were you looking for meT' asked
q cool voice close at hand. Anthony
Young yawIed himself into an upright
position and blinked amiably at Eva
lyn's startled face.
"No, indeed. You're the very last
person 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. you
know. I'll send myself telegram aud
go away II you want me to"
ooh. do anything that's spectacular!
retorted Evalyn unpleasantly. ''Then
everybody will arise In chorus aud
wall Poor Anthony"
as that what they call me? he ask
ed curiously.
Evalyn Redeemed deeply. She felt a
strong resentment against the tall.
fair. good looking young man who had
been the least favored Of her suitors
for many months. There was a bull
dog tenacity about his devotion that
excited her secret admiration. One
by one the others had dropped OF to
marry other girls or to dangle after
some new beauty. but Anthony Young
was always there to dance attendance
upon Evalyn Lawton.
When he stayed away. as he did
sometimes. she missed him strangely
and stopped from her cool reserve to
beckon him back. Then she alternate
ly smiled and frowned upon him until
some occasion like the present drove
him from her side. They were visit
ing Anthony's sister. Mrs. Pardee,
with whom he made his home. and 1t
was hard to evade Anthony on his
own ground. although he had kept
himself In the background as much as
possible. Now her hesitation and the
golden sparks in the brown Of her
eyes warned him that once again she
had tired of him. Little electric sparks
OF blue came into his sleepy blue eyes.
and involuntarily his spine s.ifYened.
A man may make q doormat Of him
self for two years. but the prettiest
little feet In the world will wear out
the stoutest doormat. and Anthony
Young's devotion was badly frayed at
This time.
80 they call me poor Anthony"
be repeated. looking at her with a
very different expression from his
usual warm. friendly gaze. Il wonder
why"
Its your own fault" murmured
Evalyn. plating the folds Of her pink
gown 1--WE 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 four
lines. and no chap with any self re-
srect would invite further refusals or
the-er-object Of his-er-
attentions" He picked up