Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1920-04-08
TWO OF A KIND.
By H. o U
Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.

presently, ne would rise and hunt u
his fellow boarder, Miss Sherwood, and
challenge her to a game of tennis. For
the time being, 1t was cooler to lie and
mediate. His thoughts flowed through
devious channels. ending up where
they had always ended Of Iate-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
thickest 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 a Richmond rose in a
bed of dahlias.
Their acquaintance did not go be-
yond the "Please-pass-the-sugar" stage
until one afternoon when the canoe in
which Miss Sherwood had been idly
drifting on the water-lilied pond had
become involved in a snag and cap
sized. Stuart had pushed off in a row.
boat in frantic haste. She had kept
afloat, 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
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 it. He watched
them morosely for a 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-
abonding in Italy" and "Problems of
the Rural School," And one of them
had Evelyn Sherwood" written on the
fly leaf.
So that was the answer! She was
a schoolteacher off on her vacation
If at first he was a little disappointed
at his failure so to place her, that feel
ing was Immediately succeeded by one
Of joy that now he might dare hope
their friendship would ripen into some
thing more. Hitherto her extensively
Lmple clothes. her casually dropped
references to experiences abroad, hei
apparent acquaintance with well
known people, had made him hole
aloof. Come to think Of 1t, this pre-
tense on her part wasn't quite-quitt
sportsmanlike somehow, but still he
could understand and forgive any
woman's desire to steal away for hel
vacation and play she was that which
would, in the recalling, tighten the
drab monotony of country school
teaching. Besides. when 1t came tt
sailing under false colors-how abou'
himself? Rejecting on the truth o.
that ancient homily that 1t little be
hooves the pot to call the kettle black
Stuart replaced the books where h
had found them.
Meanwhile Evelyn had seized upor
the sultriness of the weather as al
excuse to stop playing tennis with Mr.
r. Bentley and to take herself to th'
boathouse dock where the canoe wer,
pulled out on floats.
Making herself comfortable on som
boat cushions, she let her thought
drift. Who and what was Stuar
Bruce? Some things she knew abou
him-he was extremely good to lool
upon, very congenial to go about will
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 o
a mans job he was holding down il
the world.
A moment later, as if dissemina
ted for her information, Evelyn heart
that which caused her to sit upright
at first In surprise and then in dis
may.
Adjoining the b%oathouse was a per
COLA frequently occupied by one o
more of the boarders. from which sh'
was not visible.
"Sure, he's got a case on her" de
clared a youthful voice which Evelyl
recognized as belonging to the daugh
ter of the household. "He usually hat
on somebody. You know, he come
up here every year-same clothes ant
all"
"Do you think she likes him?" Thi
In awed tones from a slightly younge
daughter of one of the ~boarders.
"M-m-m, I don't know-but she's to-
good for him. You'd think from hi
looks he was out Of the Sunday sup
plement, but he sells stuff on the road
soaps, and-oh, washing powders!"
Evelyn Sherwood did not catch wha
followed and did not wait for the com
pletion of the next. "Sure, she'd hav,
drowned If 1t hadn't been for him"
During supper a sudden thunde
shower tumbled noisily over the hill
and spilled a liberal amount of rail
aver the dusty countryside. But |