Evening journal., 1919-09-03
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Dorothy. aged %, is spending the
hummer at Lively Beach. having slaked
her Job and 500 savings on the chance
Of winning suitable husband during
The summer These are her letters home
70 Joan, her chum
Silserssnd Lake. the 18th.
Imagine my feelings. Joan dearest,
Nth Mystery cluttcring the air. and
not one word from Eric Wallis about
that woman. The whole hotel IS agog
with her. It seemed to scent something
dramatic the moment she set foot In
the place. which was after sll only
yesterday. though ID seems week.
I felt too upset TO eat but dared
not stay away from dinner for fear
OF being conspicuous. The woman was
in the dininEoOm before me. seated
two tables away She has lovely
face. refined and delicate. but iragicai-
IL sad. From few words ! heard her
say to The waiter, know she is Eng
lish. Which also accounts for The
slight foreign look about her. aud the
noi-quite-smartness Of her clothes.
she kept looking up and around the
COON, scanning each man who came
throush the door with pathetic eager
fness. ] held my breath against the
moment when Eric Wallis would en-
Ter. lie didn't come. She scarcely |
tasted her dinner and soon hurried I
from the room.
Soon aftcrward however I saw her /
walking with Eric far down the lake +
path. talking eorncily What or where
the meeting between them was ! can
xsrIt. Fa D,
other. or why she is here, or whether
or not I shall meet her
shes a lady all right, you can see
sfhat." ] overheard a woman guest re-
mark to another on the porch-that
observation post Of the summer hotel
3 campaigner.
4 sure. English, too. You can tell
an English accent a mile. Looks like
an affair between her and the cap
fain"
now with his other affairs-the girl
with The red hair and that vicious lit
lie shrimp with the vampire manner,
The dark-eyed ono? ?"
"0h. these mcnm
well. IL looks more 20 me as IL she's
running after him. She needn't have
4omc here" !
Maybe It was an accident" ,
/, Accident--hml Why. you can tell
v,sith one look into that face Of hers
it's no accident. There's a story a
1EAsAcr eyes .
4 |eli. anything can happen these ,
sfavs Truth is stranger than fiction
arobably a war story. They say he
'yas over there throughout the whole d
. III. A. l..
NJ heard, ! wouldn't be surprised
hnrried out OF earshot. feeling sick \
ai heart and too dismayed to be com {
pany Tor anyone. But I long6d 20 see ]
tbem when they returned from the
Walk. so found a rocker alone at the
Tar end OF the porch and tried to piece
together some explanation OF this
strange thing
! ad not sat there long before II
card footsteps and Captain Wallis say
ing. Miss Narick." I turned toward
fhem, and even in the faint light
caugai entreaty in Eric's eyes as
though he implored me not to pass
Judgment before knew the story. In
her face was a half-frightened curl
psiiy.
fAA00 N"AANhr I NduN you 10 meet !
m>-a--NIrs. kymbal.' he stumbled a
ll'tle. but went quickly on as she and
claspcd hands. Mrs. Kymbal Is Just
from England. She was-wonderful
40 me during rather bad time had
sfier-afier Seiehprey and vimy Ridge.
know how nice YOU can be to-sol-
diers, and she's good one"
II won't be bard TO be nice 60 Mrs
kymhal ] think"
Thank YOU she said simply. 81 do
feel a bit strange here"
Oh. Joan. what falhoms Of emotion
lie beneath the silly rpples Of our
speech Here was l. bitten 10 the core 4
by shock and outrage. and this thin
eaunt-eyed woman wriihing IN heart
ache. as ] could plainly see, speaking
pleasant noihinss before a porchful OF
gioatcfs
Lend me your love and sympathy. IS
Joan-I need theml
DOROTHY.