The Dolores star., 1920-10-22
APRIL SHOWERS
BY SUSANNA MAcklN.

BE sure that you take your utn.
brella, Myra." Mrs. Bennett had come
softly into her daughters room. at
looks like rain" she continued. "and
IL feels more like the middle OF March
than 1t does like the middle of April"
Myra Bennett stood before her mir.
ror. deftly adjusting her new spring
hat-a chic flame colored toque. Hel
black dress of soft clinging stun had
a touch of fame yellow at the neck.
wrists and girdle; and from her
Young well-formed shoulders 1t hung
n simple girl!sh lines. 4 swift side
long glance AT her reflection brought
lcok of approval to her troubled face
as she turned from the mirror and
slipped into her coat.
Yes. III take an umbrella" she
assured her mother.
"And be sure you get something
good for your luncheon, Myra." her
mother cautioned. 'you-you haven't
eaten much hreakfast-a cup of coffee
is nothing for girl to work on
You"
Don't you worry. mother" the girl
broke In as she funhled in her beaded
bag. "I'll make up for breakfast-you
ought TO see how much I eat at noon.'
"rm glad you do. Myra. I hope
Tou're not letting anything trouble
vou.'
Mrs. Bennett returned to the din
ing room and began to clear away the
breakfast dishes.
81 should worry" Myra Bennett
WHISPERED to herself.
Her eyes sought the eyes of square
Iawed young face in silver frame
upon her bureau.
81 should worry" she repeated as
she, took the photograph from the
frame. 81 can stand It If you can"
she informed the picture. flinging II
into the waste basket. Then she fled
from the house.
In the big millinery shop, where
Myra designed fetching" hats for
Madam La Bonte's fashionable ellen:
tele her fingers fluttered about among
he frail straw and gorgeous flowers; !;
md wonderful crea'ions" were fash
ioned by her capable fingers but her
thoughts were leagues away.
BY the magic of thought she had
raken herself hack to n night in June !:
70 moonlit beach and John Martin
the scent of the sea. the touch Of
hands BY this same magic She
walked in the future. There was a
little white house and garden Of
roses-real roses John Martin walked
beside her. and there a child's chubby
fingers were clinging to her skirts.
When she had come back from her
meanderinGs the same magical thought
told her that she had been dreaming,
romancing. and that she had lost
lost John Martin through her own
silly nonsense. her unreasonable jeal-
ousy.
Myra Bennett was glad when the
hour to quit work had come. She had
If .ate, done her work In dazed
way.
Out in the canyon-like street the
rain was pelting against the sidewalk
and. occasionally. gust Of wind
slapped the rain into the faces Of the
nassersby.
Myra. her scant skirts clinging to
Ter. made her way to nearby sub
way. but just as she had reached the
'ntrance strong gale struck her and
en-, her umbrella and her f'ame-col
red hat chasing each other across the
;treef.
our from drug store doorway q
nan darted after them. then another
nan joIred In the chase, and Myra
Ter brown hair wet and dishevele1
watched them. Again and again tn.
nan thar was chasing the hat had had
lis hands almost upon It when. like 3
lash. the freakish wind carried 1t or
gain She had lost sight OF the other
nan aud rhe umbrella
at was perfectly good silk um.
orellt.." Myra soliloquized; perhaps
he fnan needed it himself-well, lei
rim seep 1t. and the hat? The ha'
nust be wreck"
Myra suddenly became aware that n
al man was holding an umbrella
Iver her. She looked up into a pair
VI laughing eyes. The man holding
her umbrella was hatless. and mois-
ure was streaming down his young
Square-jawed face.
"John Martin! Where"
This only proves. Myra," John Mar
tin interrupted. that you need me
around-especially In storm"