Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1918-01-15
HER KIND
BY AGNES @. BRooAN.


Lawrence Morey was tired OF the
adulntlOn attendant upm fame AMI
fortune. Presently. he acknowledged,
the call would come TO him t. go back,
but he would now linger longer In the
perfect freedom this unfrequented
Lakcshore resort afforded.
Most Of the regular cottngers had
returned to their homes. the distant
boarding place he had chosen was
free from interruption; IL was unlikely
that the distinguished features of the
miniature artist would here be recog-
nized. Fishing, at first entered into
with zest. now lost It's charm, Mercy
took to long walks upon the beach.
Il was during one OF these strolls that
he came upon a girls camp. with the
name of a 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 toking
their morning dip In the lake. or cook
Ing things over beach carip fire. One
face especially attracted his attention,
several times he he'd met the girl upon
return trip from the village. In her
short skirt and MILDLY blouse she was
childlsh;y attractive.
Each time he saw the girl he became
more eagerly DESTROYS of knowing her.
After all-in this place 80 free from
Internationally not pass the time
with diverting flirtation1 The wom-
en- at homo had become Of a tiresome
sameness, here one might find interest
ing variety. So Morey approached one
day a jolly favorite dubbed by her
companions. Myrtle" and besought
Myrtle" for an introduction 70 her
reserved friend.
-You want to meet Jane GrayY the
girl responded, sure. III introduce
you ard she did.
Jane Gray. swinging along down a
path, smiled when she was accosted.
I'm pleased to meet you, Mr..
Morey," she said simply.
II the artist had found the women
OF his acquaintance Of "tresome same
ness" the feeling had not been recipro-
Gated. Even In his indifference he had
possessed for them a 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 difiident, yielded TO his &c
knowledged charm and few hours of
the day found the two apart. There
were 90 many beautiful walks to be
taken, rides through the early autumn
IN the artists cnr-enchanted moonlit
evenings the two seated In silent com
panionship. just beyond the laughing
circle about the beach fire.
korey did not talk to the other girls,
this one little dark-eyed. softvoiced
creature claimed his every thought
Alone with his pipe. he fretted uncom-
fortably, that where he had intended
this to be but a pleasant Irritation this
sirl out Of his world. had 80 complete
ly onthralled him. When the acQuaint'
ance would be ended as abruptly as II
begnn, would he still know this con
slant yearninq for her presencef In
his apprehension came a joyous real
lzation of love returned. Could II be
love ut last-upon his partf This he
must know though he cast IL from
him.
The Opportunity came upon the night
before his secretly planned Departure
she was irresistibly appealing. az the,
ytood alone at dusk. her appraised eyes
slowing IN the moonlight with o sors
of radiance. Lawrence Morey Kissed
hep-kisspd her, and Then be knew
FOR one glorious moment her ARM
chung TO him
-I love YOU" he whispered tensely
The girl sighed.
.It seems too good--to be uue" sht
said--you and l meeting here ane
through this chance-a future life Of
happiness. / win confess now, tina
III knew all along. who you were
else / should not have been 30 FRIEND
Nv. Though wealth and fame could no
Influence my love. that-just had .
coma"
Then, feeling the while like brute
horsy told her. 1T was ell q mistake
He must 40 back. Loving her. stu b
might not make her his Wife Their
was his aristocratic family to thin
, OF, his career. One might pirate o
marriage for love. alone. but after a
there could be but one sausfactor
I union for him-marriage with one
his kind"
a Pale, wide-eyed little Jane Gray LIS
ened, then dumbly silent moved awa'
During the business hours at Tn
studio, he could not Danish her froi
4 his thoughts. "Girls like that SOM