The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-08-02
Myra' S
Afternoon

By AGNES BROCAN

| sister.
"There he goes" she said, "angry
for the fourth time this week."
"But why" asked Helen, "do you
delight in provoking him2 You have
been In the wrong upon each occa-
sion."
Instead of resenting this accusa-
ton, the younger and married sister
arose smiling. "Really, Nell" she re-
piled, ~ don't know what possesses
me. believe I'm suffering from stag
nation in this routine and welcome
any diversion Perhaps" her voice
trailed off muslngly, 'ft's my way of
getting back at Jim, for taking me
from life of romance, into one of
stupid responsibility"
"Myra !" her sister exclaimed, that
sounds as If you had found disap-
pointment." She sighed, land I hoped
that marriage would quell your ad-
venturous spirit"
The girl laughed. mercy knows;
| you had trouble with me In those same
innocently adventurous daysl Is that
what you are trying to say, Nell? Well.
I'll tell you what l am going to do.
am going to cast care to the winds,
and have one free, perfectly joyous
irresponsible afternoon"
The quarrel this particular after
noon had begun when her husband,
hastily leaving the luncheon table. re-
marked that he was going out in the
launch to fish. He had promised
Brownson, he said, to meet him at the
island. And Myra, anticipating tire
some afternoon in the home environ
ment, Immediately felt herself ag-
grieved. When balmy air and sunny
skies were calling, why had not Jim
instead desired her company? So Jim
had stormily made his exit. Myra
knew how to be provoking. Now, all
in softest pink, with a pink parasol
casting a glow over her pretty face,
she entered the suburban park and
looked about for vacated bench.
The one she selected was near the
waters edge, and Myra seated her.
self to plan out the rest of the after
noon Should she call up one of her
old-tlme friends and invite her to a
|
beach,
Mvro rea,;zed that n man was nd
vorc,no and was locking down unon
her.
"I beg your pardon" he said as she
raised her eyes, az did not know that
anyone was here"
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tIe lower ms n screen The man re-
mained immovahle for Ienpthv no.
Rod. she was constrained to peep I'M
der the narasoI's edge TO see If he had
fallen asleep, and In the act of peep
ing Myra's eyes met his steadfastly.
"Wbv not nut hack the parasol." he
suggested eas,lv. "and he a hit
friendly?"
n,rro h.s,+o+od tbor ,nnu,s,vo,r
ohavod 81 told Won q storv ohort
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ao,,honato,u fo,,o,rodn
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a.. ,o.sn nSo o,,a..,onoa p'P''
ina. ""S ','e q".,'.'Vu
me 'u"h siiook MS he"u ueclueu.y'
.u n"ruoh 'ne uo'e you' ne S"lu'
l. was your PINK uiess anu pihh p"ra'
sol "hich ure" me- ilhe magnet
Aea,s ago l hau d swee'heart WHO
useu u wear JUST .''"' ue',e"'e siiaue'
you rehilhoeu ihe iorcioi!'
Indeed" Myra murmured, and
you lost her!
The mans eyes grew grave. YES"
he answered slowly, Il lost her."
Myra broke In at last upon his ru-
minatlve silence. was she pretty,
this sweetheart?" she asked.
The man smiled. mot as pretty as
you are" he said boldly.
Myra arose with nervous laugh.
"After that" she said, "I must 60"
"See here" he entreated. "I'm lone
". For the sake of a memory. won't
YOU let me row YOU down the lake?
You could make me very happv If Won
would stop for tea on the other side.