Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-10-29
THE DAILY NOVELETTE,
A Quiet Vacation for George
NJ L. STUART LANE


uv,," Mrs. Bulmer sighed heavily as
.,o noured second cup OF tea for ALI
~ ~ moor George Is dreadfully over
es.,sea this fall. You know how 1t is
wHen man is easy.going Everything is
,,st niied on TO him.
Jus, usA,IPcIa, mentally summoning the image
=, George Bulmer, roundfaced, rosy
os.sked tipping the scales at $50 or
.ore tried in vain to visualize him as
nn,,,yerworked. But she nodded assentingly
~ the assertions of her hostess After
", for some time now she had been con-
nNiaarinr this same George as a matri-
slaniai possibility tif only he weren't
n,,ita so cherubicD and she had no de-
s,re to antagonize n future mother-in.
law who so patiently Interested herself
in and controlled the activities OF her
"yes." ratified on Mrs Bulmer, his
.,,,nlovers have at last realized the alb
eo,Ite necessity OF a vacation for him
bsfore he has n nervous breakdown, you
Snow--and I'm completing ARRANGEMENTS
nn,, for him to spend the two weeks az
y nice oulet farm back In the mountains.
Tbere's a hammock. in the picture and
crs,m and eggs every morning. 1t will be
very restful for the poor boy"
Alicia opened her mouth, then closed
- IN bit OF the cake. Time enough afte,
Sbe vas married to argue the merits OF
1oif tennis and medicine bag versus
son,nnocks and carbohydrates In the case
~ George. But she shuddered inwardly
os she vsualized her possibly future
husband at the end Of his holiday.
Meanwhile, down in the office, Georges
business associates openly announced
.heir envy. "Oh, boy--thinlt Of 1t Octo-
heri The ideal season for hikes, mountain
climbing, canoeing! Which is It to be,
cld sport--the Maine woods. or the Adir-
ondacks, or the wilds of Muskoka?'
why, I bslieve--wait, let me see -
George reached INTO an inner pocket and
extracted a railroad folder. Here we
orc - Northern MASSACHUSETTS = The
Willows Mrs. Henry Beatson--Prlde's
crossing Nice, homelike surroundings.
wholesome food from our own garden.
No rnosduitoGs.' Sounds fine doesn't it?"
And George spoke with enthusiasm.
"Mm---m." said Bert Turner.
"Jh- huh" said Harry Taylor. Mice
about the mosquitoes"
BE that az II may, several days later
brought George Bulmer and his straw
suitcase into Mrs. Beatson's parlor and
Tho presence OF Thespia, Mrs. Beatson'5
only daughter. who excellently adver-
tIsed both the healthfulness of "The
willows" and the standard Of pulchi-
tlde Of Prde's Crossing. And Thespia.
fed up with more or less perpetual farm
hands annually recurring schoolmarns,
and occasional drummers, reached out
for George and, without his being aware
Of It, marked him for her OWN
That evening George after one wistful
glance at the hammock, In whose langu-
orous depths his mother was fondly pic.
tuing him, permitted the scheming
daughter of the house to beat him seven
games running at croquct. And. as
consequence the one farmland decided
no longer TO be perpetual Che had lorS
cast eyes at Thespla) and took his leave
the nextrmorning, And, as further con-
sequence. Mr.. Henry Bsatson, swinging
an axe too vlgo, ously In an endeavor to
get through and attend to the milking not
done by The departing farmland. badly
cut his foot and laid himself UP for a.
spell, wi. ....
u AM SO glad to think Of YOU as get
ting a good rest, dear. MOTHER"
The letter, of which this was Tho con-
Guiding sentence, reached George the
sixth day Of his absence, and It founu
him rollarless, coatless. mopping hts
brow as he rested his back and his FORK
to talk with Thespia, who had brought
up the mail.
George Bulmer digging potatoes when
seeking rest! Yet what could man Oi
any cllihcr DO, boarder or no boarder,
when IN emergency occurred which only
q man could I'LL ana when he was the
only man around and the potatoes al
ready rottinR in the ground. Add, fur.
thermorc%.a very pretty girl in whose
eyes it would be a pleasure to shine, and
YOU have.-George 4Buimer digging pota-
toes, ~ o.,
"Do YOU Know think you're Just i'm
mcnsc 70 help us out - Thespia's azure
eyes shpne gratefully up at him as she
rested and famed herself with her hat.
after the warm walk up from the distant
postof1'cc, ~ didn't real'ze--I mean I
Thought" she blushed and stopped, but
doubtless her meditations concerning
Gorge had been much like those OF Ali.
Ca ard F'lora, for nobody loves a. Yet,
George was not as fat as he, e,hada been.
only today. for tile first time, had she
locked kindly at him-so kindly that he
almost dared
"rhesplaH' George dropped his work
suddenly Helping you out is little
enough, when ono feels as ! do. Heavens.
ThCsDia, ! love YOU! don't suppose"
"Tou old silly" interrupted Thespia,
why didn't you say so sooner" Which
shows how long the days can seem.
Back IT, the office. the boys, and even
Flora, congratulated George Oh his i'm
proved appearance.
place did you good" commented
Bert.
How'd you kill two weeks, anyhow"
asked Harry.
"Sort OF n stunt. at that" said George
wihout smile. Wore out one croquet
malet. persuaded one girl to love only
me forever, and dug forty-seven bushels
Of potatoes