The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-06-19
HER KIND
BY AGNES G. BRoeAN.
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 the
perfect freedom this unfrequented
Lakeshore resort afforded.
Most of the regular cottagers had
returned to their homes, the distant
boarding place he had chosen was
Tree from interruption 1t 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 girls camp, with the
name of a 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 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 DESTROYS of knowing her.
After all-in this place so free from
Internationally not pass the time
with diyerting Irritation The wcm-
en- at home had become of a 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
path, smiled when she was accosted.
I'm 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 a fascination, so
now where Lawrence Mercy was for
once In his life eagerly DESTROYS of
pleasing, it was not strange that he
should succeed. Jane Gray at first
apparently diffident, 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 moOnlit
evenings the two seated in silent COM
partnership, 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-
slant yearning for her presence? In
his apprehension came a joyous real
ization of love returned. Could it be
love at last-upon his part? This he
must know though he cast it from
him.
The opportunity came upon the night
before his secretly planned departure,
she was irresistibly appealing, as they i;
stood alone at dusk, her appraised eyes 7
In the moonlight with sort
Of radiance. Lawrence Morey kissed
her-kissed her, and then he knew
For one glorious moment her arms
chung to him.
II 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 S
happiness. / will confess now, that +
| knew all along, who you were 7
Else should not have been so friend
'. Though wealth and fame could not :.
my love, that-just had to !
come"
Then, feeling the while like a brute, s.
dorey told her. 1T was all mistake. p
lie must go back. Loving her, still ne h
night not make her his wife. There r,
vas his aristocratic family to think II
f, his career. One might pirate Of h.
marriage for love, alone, but after all :,
here could be but one satisfactory =,
nion for him-marriage with one of -
Is kind" :.
Pale, wide-eyed little Jane Gray list u
ned, then dumbly silent moved away. e
During the business hours at the fo
tudio, he could not Danish her from m
Is thoughts. Girls like that some
mes made way with themselves" and 90
e wondered. al
Bursting In on his troubled ref1ec- ~
ons, one wintry afternoon, came his
lister. "Such luck, Lawrence, she
egan. I'm bringing up millionaire ~
g to see you. She's going to be all vi
he rage here this winter and II you by
IN get her portrait, you'll be the rage
70. Daughter Of the Gray Manufac-
ring Plants'-man, you know, and