Ellsworth American., 1920-04-28
TWO OF A KIND.
By II. LOUIS RAYBoLD.


the pine needles which carpeted the
little grove adjacent to the farm house
Presently, he would rise and hunt out
his fellow boarder Miss Sherwood. and
challenge her to game Of tennis. For
the time being. II was cooler to lie and
mediate His thoughts flowed through
devious channels. ending up where
they had always ended of late-who
and what was Evelyn Sherwood?
he had first met her across the
snowy clothed table widely and accur.
ately advertised as being freshly
served from its own farm. with the
thicRest OF cream. most newly laid of
eggs and vegetables which were the
last word In succulence. Among the
other guests, the quiet thoroughbred
woman with her cool impersonal lit
tie mods. sweetened by the warm
depths of her dark dashed eyes, had
stood out like Richmond rose In a
bed of dahllas.
Their acquaintance did not go be-
yond the Please se-pass-the-sugar" stage
until one afternoon when the canoe In
which Miss Sherwood had been idly
drifting on the water-iiiled pond had
become involved in a snag and cap
sized. Stuart had pushed of In a row.
boat In frantic haste. She had kept
afioat. however. and was attempting to
right the canoe when he came up.
But she had undoubtedly been grateful
and from that day had beaten him
many a game of tennis and been cheer
fully beaten at golf.
But Stuart was not the only white
! flanneled tennis-playing youth at Ma.
pleshade farm who was interested In
Evelyn Sherwood
In fact. when Stuart finally arose
and sought his partner he was cha
grined TO find that lady briskly serv-
ing across the net to Mr. r. Bentley.
as the guest book had II. He watched
hem ,aorosely for few minutes. then
sauntered away. Passing the ham
mock. he noticed two books depressing
its depths and. Idly curious. picked
them up.
Their titles proclaimed them "vag.
shonhing in Italy" and problems OF
the Rural School" And one of them
| had Evelyn Sherwood written on the
| fy leaf.
So that was the answerl She was
a schoolteacher of on her vacation.
II nj first ne was a little disappointed
al his failure so TO place her. that feel
| ing was Immediately succeeded by one
NJ Joy that now he might dare hope
| hot erfnvl~k;.. L..
| thing more Hitherto her extensively
simple clothes, her casually dropned
references TO experiences abroad. her
| apparent acquaintance with we'll
| known people, had made him hold
| aloof. Come to think of II. this pre-.
| tense on her part wasn't quite-quite
| sportsmanlike somehow. hut stin he
| woman's desire 10 steal away for her
| racation and play she was that which
! would. in the recalling. tighten the
| 'irab monotony of country school
| teaching. Besides. when II came 10
| sailing under false coiors-how about
| himself? Rejecting on the truth OF
| that ancient honily that 1t little be-
hooves the pot to call the kettle black.
| Stuart replaced the books where he
| had found them.
Meanwhile Evelyn had seized upon
| the suitriness- of the weather as an
excuse to stop playing tennis with Mr.
r. Bentley and TO take herself to the
! boathouse dock where the canoes were
| pulled out on floats.
| Mal-Jng barSaif Aav,,fnt-4akla ~, ,o,,,..
| boat cushions. she let her thoughts
| drift. Who and what was Stuart
Bruce? Some things she knew about
J him-he was extremely good to look
upon. very congeniai to go about with
| and an exceptionally fine advertise
| ment for his tailor. Her curiosity con
| sisted in wondering what sort of
family he came from and what kind Of
a mans Job he was holding down In
! the world.
| moment later, as II dissemina-
ted for her information. Evelyn heard
! that which caused her 10 sit upright
| at first In surprise and then In dis
may.
Adjoining the boathouse was per
| gotta frequently occupied by one or
more of the boarders. from which she
was not visible.
"Sure. he's got ease on her" de-
clared a youthful voice which EVELYN
recognized as belonging to the dauph.
ter Of the household. "He usually has
on somebody. You know, he comes
up here every year-same clothes and
| ALL"
DO you think she likes him?" This
ia awed tones from slightly younger
daughter OF one Of the boarders.
"Mm-m. don't know-but she's too
good for him. You'd think from his
looks he was out Of the Sunday sup
plement. but he sells stuff on the road
soaps, and-oh, washing powdersi"
Evelyn Sherwood did not catch what
followed and did not wait for the com.
pleHon of the next. Sure. she'd have
droxyapd ~ ft hadn't haau Co. 81. o.