New Britain herald., 1919-08-27
SilverSand Lake, Friday

Silversand Lake, Friday.
 Well, Joan dear she did it. Wrote to Captain Wallis in care of his pub fishers. And what's more, HE'S HERE! Came by the afternoon train, looking handsomer and more gallant than ever, if that is possible, and em barras ssing me to the point of torture by dashing up to the platform and greeting me as though I were light and life and all the world to him, right before the entire Friday night crowd.
 Anita Corley turned dark green trimmed with envy. l can see she was not prepared for his grandeur. But alas, my own dear Joan, l know only too we'll how tender Eric Wallis can be and still mean nothing.
 But why didn't YOU ask me to come? Or at least let me know where you were, Beautiful Lady? This-this-v hatshername, Miss Cor ley, wrote me a bc-blandished note, all about how much she loved my work and that sort of thing. And in a postscript she casually added that an old friend of mine, Miss NaricE, was here By the lord Harry, its good to see you again, Lady Beautiful! Have got to meet this Co"ley person?
 "Sh-sh, here she is."
 performed the solemn Ceremo onN of introducing them and we piled into the hotel bus with the others. There was only the most trivial conVersa- ton, but I could see Anita reading him shrcwdly, appraising him, sens ing his bank balance, casting up his various assets and liabilities, if any, weighing his possibilities and wonder ing just what there was between him and me. All the time she was smiling and throwing out little feelers Of charm--to test him out for future reference.
 Joan, her arts are wonderful. She is all sex She has different brands of ii and different qualities which she dishes up and deftIy mixes and shakes together and feeds either delicateiy or plcnteously to her victims, as the case requires.
 But it wearies me. The love game is the greatest in tho world. But it's hard work, like tennis. You've got to go sit in the shade once in while and look on The trouble is in being  into the fcverish game again. That iS--if Anita 'CorleN intends to mOnop- olize Eric Wallace.
 didn't interfere with her affair with Tom Benedict because Tom is Oh, well, to be honest. maybe because my feeling for him is pure affection and friendship. I felt I ought to throw out lifeline to Tommy. But I was too tired. I intend to make this Silversand part of my vacation REAL VACATION. not a battle ground, if l can manage it.
 At dinner tonight Anita was truly splendid. My dear. one has to give her credit for her artistry. l have told you she is dark, with wonderful, smooth, shining black hair and clear brown eyes with a hint Of shadow above and beneath them. Her skin is hint sallow, but she puts on just the right touch of rouge to give it q delicious glow. Her neck and arms are Iovely-slim and fragile, but not d bone visible.
 She had on one of those simple little frOcks' that cost $140-a pale green froth of chiffon With draped bodice of satin so glossy that it looked wet coming low down on the hips with long strings of beaded fringe. Satin slippers of the same Nile-riVer tint, with jet buckles and she wore a long, shining jet chain that might have been braided from her own hair
 The men fairly skipped a heartbeat when she waited in. And the girls