The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1918-01-09
HER KIND
BY AGNES q. BRooAN.
tcopyrisht. isiI. western Nswspapsr Gnio

ihhi'hst moTty was urea OF IN
adulatlon attendant upon fame an,
fortune. Presently. he acknowledged
the call would come 10 him TO 90 back
but he would now linger longer in III,
perfect freedom this unfrequentet
Lakeshore resort afforded.
\ Most of the regular cottagers hat
returned 20 their homes. the dlsian
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, Morey
took 10 long walks upon the beach
IL was during one Of these strolls that
he came upon 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 taking
their morning dip In the lake, or cook
ing things over beach camp fire. One
face especially attracted his attention.
several times he had met the girl upon
a return trip from the village. In her
short skirt and MILDLY blouse she was
childlshly 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 diverting Irritation? The wom-
en- at home had become of a tiresome
sameness, here one might find interest
ing variety. So Morey approached one
day jolly fayorite dubbed by her
companions, Myrtle" and besought
Myrtle for an introduction to her
reserved friend.
you want TO meet Jane Graygi the
girl responded. "sure, III introduce
you" and she did.
Jane Gray, swinging along down a |
path. smiled when she was accosted. |
I'm pleased TO meet you, Mr.. |
Mercy" she said simply.
If 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 a fascination, so
now where Lawrence Morey was for
once in his life eagerly DESTROYS of
pleasing, 1t was not strange that he
should succeed. Jane Gray al first
diffident, 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. /
Morey did not talk to the other girls. :
this one little dark-eyed, -soft-voiced |
creature claimed his every thought.
Alone with his pipe, he fretted uncom-
that where he had intended !
this TO be but pleasant filtration. this i,
girl ont Of his world, had so complete ,
y enthralled him. When the acquaint- !
lnce would be ended as abruptly as it c
began, would he still know this con- /
slant yearning for her presence? In a
lis apprehension came joyous real Z
cation of love returned. Could 1t be
owe at last-upon his part? This he :
must know though he cast 1t from ),
lin. o
The opportunity came upon the night N
efore his secretly planned departure, II
he was irresistibly appealing, as they
TODD alone at dusk, her upraised eyes II
howing in the moonlight with a sort =
radiance. Lawrence Morey kissed :.
er-kissed her, and then he knew .
or one glorious moment her arms :
luIyg to him.
II love you" he whispered tensely.
he girl sighed.
ut seems too good--to be true" she
lid-"you and / meeting here and
trough this chance-a future life of
appiness. / will confess now, that
knew all along, who you were
Sc / should not have been so friend
;. Though wealth and fame could not
fuence my love, that-just had to
)me"
Then, feeling the while like brute,
Grey told her. 1T was all mistake.
e must go back. Loving her, still he |
light not make her his wife. There |
rs his aristocratic family to think /
I, his career. One might prate of |
arriage for love, alone, but after all |
ere could be but one satisfactory |
lion for hin-marriage with one of |
S kind" |
Pale. wide-eyed little Jane Gray list
ed then dumby silent moved away.
During the business hours at the |
Idio, he could not Danish her from /
5 thoughts. "Glrls like that some |
mes made way with themselves" and
wondered.
in on his troubled refiec-
ms, one wintry afternoon, came his
ster. "Such luck, Lawrence" she
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