Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1918-02-27
Her KIND
BY AGNES G. eROGAN.
Copyright. 1917, Western Newspaper Union.)


fortune. Presently, he acknowledged
the call would come to him to go back
but he would now linger longer in thu
perfect freedom this unfreQuente(
Lakeshore resort afforded.
Most Of the regular cottagers hat
returned to their homes, the distant
boarding place he had chosen was
free from interruption; it was unlikely
that the distinguished features Of the
miniature artist would here be recog
nized. Fishing, at first entered into
with zest, now lost Its charm, Morey
took to long walks upon the beach
1t was during one of these strolls that
he came upon q girls camp, with the
name Of & well-k16whh 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
q return trip from the village. In her
short skirt and MILDLY blouse she was
childishly attractive.
Each time he saw the girl he became
more eagerly desirous Of knowing her.
After all-in this place so free from
Internationally not pass the time
with diverting filtration? The wom-
en- at home had become of q tiresome
sameness, here one might find interest
ing variety. So Morey approached one
day jolly favorite dubbed by her
companions, Myrtle" and besought
Myrtle" for an introduction to her
reserved friend.
you want to meet Jane Gray?" the
girl responded, "sure, I'll introduce
YOU" and she did.
Jane Gray, swinging along down a
path, smiled when she was accosted.
am pleased to meet you, Nh,
Morey," she said simply.
If the artist had found the women
of his acquaintance Of "tiresome same
ness" the feeling had not been racipro-
Gated. Even in his Indifference he had
possessed for them fascination, so
now where Lawrence Morey was for
once in his life eagerly desirous Of
pleasing, it was not strange that he
should succeed. Jane Gray at first
apparently diflident, 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 moonllt
evenings the two seated in silent COM
panionship, 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-
fortably, that where he had intended
this to be but pleasant filtration, this
girl out of his world, had so complete
ly enthralled him. When the acqualnt-
ance would be ended as abruptly as 1t
began, would he still know this con-
slant yearning for her presence? In
his apprehension came q joyous real
ization of love returned. Could 1t be
love at last-upon his part? This he
must know though he cast 1t from
him.
The opportunity came upon the night
before his secretly planned departure,
she was irresistibly appealing, as they
stood alone at dusk, her upraised eyes
showing In the moonlight with a sort
of radiance. Lawrence Morey kissed
her-kissed her, and then he knew
For one glorious moment her arms
clung to him.
81 love you," he whispered tensely,
The girl sighed.
"It seems too good-to be true" she
said--"you and l meeting here and
through this chance-a future life Of
happiness. I will confess now, that
I knew all along, who you were
else I should not have been so friend
ly. Though wealth and fame could not
influence my love, that-just had to
come"
Then, feeling the while like a brute,
Morey told her. ut was all mistake.
He must go back. Loving her, still he
might not make her his wife. There
was his aristocratic family to think
Of, his career. One might prate of
marriage for love, alone, but after all
there could be but one satisfactory
union for him-marriage with one of
his Kind"
Pale, wide-eyed little Jane Gray list.
ened, then dumbly silent moved away.
During the business hours at the
studio, he could not Danish her from
his thoughts. "Girls like that some
times made way with themselves" and
he wondered.
Bursting in on his troubled refiec.
tions, one wintry afternoon, came his