The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1918-09-10
GEORGE DID 1T
BY JOSEPHINE MURPHY.
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In the cheerful democracy Of Mrs
Aliens boarding house only Edith Fa.
disdained the frOnt-step habit.
You don't get a particle of breez
In that little room of yours" protestc,
Mrs. Allen, friendly, from her rockin,
chair at the top of the steps: "you't
better join us squatters out here. TIL,
park smells cool and the fountain
sounds cool, even if it is as hot a,
Kansas"
Young Mr.. Day, whose legal practice
was not generally believed to be large
enough t. reqHir his presence m towr
during the summer, ceased staring al
the par. and glanced hopefully toward
the girl. But she shook her head, smil.
ing.
Il have to pack, you know" she an
swcred.
"Pack?"
"Yes. I'm going to Pine Beach for
the summer"
Lucky girl Pretty place"
"Have you ordered Gesfge?" called
Mrs. Allen. 'Ie can check your bag
gage through to destination now; it's
a comfort. Unless you order him early
he's likely TO leave you in the lurch."
I've attended to everything" said
Edith, and foated off.
"You know" Mrs. Allen said, lean
ing forward, "she's going to the Pine
Beach hotel as a sort Of attraction, to
sing. She hasn't enough voice for the
opera, but they say she's great when
she dresses up like a clown and sings
ragtime."
Mr.. Day muttered something about
a walk and passed down the steps.
He returned an hour later to find The
steps deserted, though the presence of
the cushions seemed to Indicate that
the "squatters' would return. He sat
down and began to fan himself. Pres
emily Edith appeared.
"Oh! !" she said, II thought every one
had gone for ferry ride. +"
"Please sit down and rest" said Mr..
Day. Il think breeze is coming up."
After seconds hesitation she sank
into Mrs. Aliens chair.
DO you realize" he began, "that
this is the first time have been alone
with you for weeks? Not since we
went to "Chin Chin" together"
elias it been so long?" Her voice
was soft and sweet.
Edith, don't talk nonsense. You
know l love you"
Then you must not keep on. The
conclusion would be painful to us
BOTH" she answered.
"Why should it be?" The light Of |
battle was in his eyes.
Il know you could care for me If
you would let yourself"
ut is not So" she replied, as she |
'wcpt through the door and up the hall
stairway.
Heavens !" he exclaimed angrily.
She's not worth 1t. I'm done with
ler."
Mr.. Day has decided to go down
o his mothers place on Long Island
or the holiday" announced Mrs. AL
en-, as she hustled to get breakfast the
lext morning. '"That renCpds me,
Jenny, lie wants his bag checked for
}ellport when>George comes for Miss Il
lays trunk. She's off, silly child, with
nut any breakfast at all. She met Mr..
Jay in the dining room and they al
most snapped each "other's heads off
fhen they said good morning. Here's
ieorge now. Jenny. go up with him
nd get the checks. Bellport, l.. l.,
or the bag, and Pine Beach, n. j., for
he trunk. Don't get them mixed, what
yer you do"
Nov" said the proprietor of the
'ine Beach hotel angrily, 'I'll do right
y you if you do right by me. But
oure not doing right when you come
own here without your properties.
on should have seen to it that your
'unk was on the same train with you.
it doesn't come on this last train,
on won't need it at ALL"
Here comes the porter now" cried
dith with a new hope. "Maybe he's
)und it. No, that isn't mine. Mines
trunk. not bag"
Nevertheless the porter deposited
lie suitcase with a tip-expecting smile.
dith glanced at the painted letters.
D. L. Day, Bellport, j.. L." she read
"YOu need not send again TO the
ation," she said. "There has been a
istake. l should like to be called for
Ie first train in the morning."
A bright-eyed woodchuck was the
lily living thingNAat shared Ediths
Irly morning at Nne Beach station.
train wheezed in, bearing express
lckages, papers, a trunk and a soli-
ry passenger.
Il tried to telegraph you when /
scovered this ridiculous blunder," be-
IN Mr.. Day with the distant mien Of
Gently rejected suitOr. 81 took the
st train TO New York and the first
'wn Here"
'Tm sorry you bothered" said
lith. ''It doesn't matter now, no
'esn't want me-"
"Who doesn't want yOu?" Day de-
anded with fervor.
"The Pine Beach manor anyone
Sc, dare say. You see he says /
oke my contract"
ooh. he does, does he? Wen see II
: can't alter his opinion as to con-