Gilpin observer., 1918-01-24
HER KIND
BY AGNES G. eRooAN.



fortune. Presently, he acknowledged
the call would come to him to go back.
but he would now linger longer in the
perfect freedom this unfrequentedI
Lakeshore resort afforded.
Most of the regular cottagers had
returned to their homes, the distant
boarding place he had chosen was
free from interruption; 1t was unlikely
that the distinguished features of the
miniature artist would here be recOg-i
nized. Fishing, at first entered inte
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 u girls camp, with the
name of 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 n beach camp fire. One
face especially attracted his attention,
several times he had met the girl upon
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
observation-why not pass the time
with diverting Irritation? The wom-
en- ut home had become of Il 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-
"Fm pleased to meet you, Mr..
Morey," she said simply.
If the artist had found the women
of his acquaintance of ''tiresome same
ness" the feeling had not been recipro-
Gated. Even in his Indifference he had
possessed for them Il fascination, so
now where Lawrence Morey was for
once in his life eagerly desirous OF
pleasing, it was not strange that ha
should succeed. Jane Gray at first
apparently difiident 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 moon,it
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 "a pleasant Irritation, this
girl out of his world, had so complete
ly enthralled him. When the acQuaint-
ance would be ended as abruptly as it
began, would he still know this con-
stant yearning for her presence? In
his apprehension came joyous real
ization of love returned. Could 1t be
love ut 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 sort
of radiance. Lawrence Morey kissed
her-klssed her, and then he knew!
For one glorious moment her arms
clung to him.
~ love you," he whispered tensely-
The girl sighed.
ut seems too good-to be true" she
said-"you and l meeting here and,
through this chance-a future life OF
happiness. l will confess now, that
l knew all along, who you were
else l should not have been so friend
Iy. Though wealth and fame could not
influence my love, that-just had to
COME"
Then, feeling the while like brute.
Morey told her. "It 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
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 ut the
studio, he could not Danish her from
his thoughts. "Glrls like that some
times made way with themselves" and
he wondered.
Bursting in on his troubled refiec-
tons, one wintry afternoon, came his
sister. "Such luck. Lawrence" she
began, "I'm bringing up millionaire
ess to see you. She's going to be all
the rage here this winter and If YOU
can get her portrait, you'll be the rage
too Dnuyhter of the "GrnY ManufnN-