Evening journal., 1919-09-18
sIlyersand Lake. Friday

SlNersand Lake, Friday.
Dear Old Joan.
Mary Kymbal Is back, with her boy
nice laddc OF ten. She looks as II
she had found Ponce de Icons Foun.
tain OF Youth. 10 seems YOU can be
transformed by falling out Of love into
work just as fancy ! should be by fail
ing out Of work into lovel She tells
me Moniford has arranged for her to be
hostess in his big New York hotel this
winter. Isn't il splendid how fairly tales
do sometimes came true?
But now that she Is back, Joan, a sort
81 embarrassment has fallen between
Eric and me. I guess we are both too
decent at heart TO keep our affair in
evidence under the very nose OF Mary
kymbal.
At all events, we do not seek each
others company.
lie is at work on a new story, spend
ing hours each day in his room with his
typewriter clicking away like mad.
am marking time, having many long
wholesome tramp in the woods with
dear Tom Benedict and amusing myself
as is everyone else at the hotel-with
The sudden passing Of Anita Corley, the
'amous vampire OF Silyersand Arms
li happened this way:
There arrived yesterday a splendifer-
Gus new man. He is an official OF the
railroad which financially backs the
Siversand and other hotels dotted along
its route. and he is on an Organization
tour" he is John Heron by name and
'bout thirty-lve by age-someWhat
,ald. a irifle too ample al The waist
inc, very self-satisfed and full of busi-
ness.
one glance at his clothes and you
lave his rating i'm Dun and Bradstreet.
You know he owns several automobiles,
keeps a bank balance Of few thousand
always handy, and is accustomed TO
)uying everything he wants. He travels
a private car. with a secretary,
salet and a cute Jap who acts as cook ,
and butler in said private car.
Anita's methods are not usually crude. |
But on This occasion She left Tom Bene- /
diet Nat In the midst Of tea. and went !
TO array herself for conquest. The next
ilc hotel folks saw of the affair was
Anita and the handsome stranger glid- |
ng gloriously into the sunset BY way
of Mr.. Herron's motorboat-Anita in a
hame-colored evening gown and fur
trimmed wrap. and Millionaire Heron
smiling like an inventor on the trail Of
an experiment
The hotel guests found Il pleasant TO
camp upon the porches, and were pre-
pared TO sit up all night TO enjoy the
delightful tld-bit Of The exclusive boat
ing pariy's return, Imagine their dis
appointment when the glittering outnl
came back almost Immediately. a look
u stonelike impassiyiiy upon the bland.
pink countenance OF the railroad gen
tleman, and forked lightning shooting
from the indignant orbs OF Miss Corr
leyl
The guests nearly fell out Of ihcir
chairs with excitement. / asked the
why's and whcrefores Of Mrs. kynbst /
iie merely told her. she said in her /
delightful English voice "thaf she 1
'ould not stop on at the Arms. fancy
ne outraged his sense Of propriety. Mr..
'ioniford says he Is very businesslike
n ihe running Of his inns. The young
sdy has been an annoyance right along.
mt Mr.. Moniford didn't like"
She stopped abruptly. Joan. and
imagine my dlsmay 10 see the gentle
nan in question stepping rapidly
oward US.
Miss Narick? ~ he began. while I
aught my breath and bowed. wonder
ns what was TO come next Mrs. Kym-
'al tells me you were formerly engaged
2 secrelarial work My secretary. Mr..
Watts. has had the bad taste 10 fall in
don't know what Your engagements
re- But ! am in desperate need OF a
ienographer, wonder II you viii
lelp me out2"
thought Of my shabblying ward
one Of my empty. idle days. OF the