Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1920-07-07
APRIL SHOWERS
BY SUSANNA mAckiN.

4
BE sure that you take your UNI
brelia, Myra." Mrs. Bennett had come
softly into her daughters room. SIR
looks IKE RAIN" she continued sand
u feels more like the middle of March
than u does like the middle of April.r
Myra Bennett stood before her mir
for. deftiy adjusting her new spring
rata chic flame colored toaue. Her
black dress of soft elinging stun had
touch Of flame yellow at the neck
wrists and girdle: and from her
Young. well-formed shoulders II hung
~ nipple. girlish lines. A swift side
hong glance at her reflection brought
'e"s Of approval 10 her troubled face
as she turned from the mirror and
slipped into her coat.
Yes, I'll take an umbrella" sh.
assured her mother.
And be sure you get something
good for your luncheon. Myra." her
mother cautioned. 'you-you haven't
eaten much breakfnst-a cup Of coffee
Is nothing for girl to work on.
You"
Don't yon worry. mother" the girl
broke In rs she fumbled In her beaded
bag. I'm make up for breakfast--you
ought to see how much eat at noon"
"l'm glad you do. Myra. hope
you're not letting anything trouble
you"
Mrs pAbs,at. -,,pr,.1 .. - a..
Ing room md began 10 clear away the
breakfast dishes.
Il should worry" Myra Bennett
wbenered 10 herself.
Her ewes scncht The eyes Of n square.
iawed Young face In silver frame
upon her bureau.
II should worry :" she repeated MS
she took the photograph from the
frame. Il cnn stand II II you can"
she Informed the picture dinging Il
into the waste basket Then she fed
from the hauSe.
In THE hs millinery shop. where
Myra designed "fptchIng' hats for
Aaflpm II Bonte's IN hlnnahle ellen:
feie her fingers fiu'tered about among
the fraiI straw md Gorgeous flowers;
md WONDERFUL creations" were fash.
Toned by her canabIe fingers but her
thoughts were leagues away.
RS the ma-ic Of thought she had
taken herself hnck 10 n night In June:
10 n JuaonlIt beach and John Martin.
the scent Of the sea. the touch Of
r. -
waited IN the future. There was a
little white house and garden OF
roeet--real roses. John Martin walked
Nss+'s'e he- and there ehild's chubby
4 '--~s we've clinsine to her skirts.
when she had come hack from her
r'"-' 1'"rlnzs tho s-tme magical thought
fola her tt-ti she had been dreaming,
rnumnclng and that she had lost
lost John Martin through her own
silly nonsense. her unreasonable teal-
nusr.
Myra Rcnnett was glad when the
hour 10 quit work Ind come. She had.
NJ late. dome her work In a dazed
way.
our In the canven-like stree, the
rnIn was peltine against the sidewalk.
ara. occasionally n gust Of wind
S'anr"h flre rain into the faces OF the
paSserSiy.
Myra her scant skirts ciinging 10
her. ulnde her way To n nearby sub
way. hu, just rs she Ind reached the
entrance n strong gale struck her and
cent her umbrella and her fiame-col-
orea hat chasing each other across the
street.
Our from a dru. store doorway
man darted after them. then another
man Joined I'm the chase, and Myra.
her brown hair wet and diSheveled.
watched them. Again and again the
man that was chasing the hat had had
his hands almost upon II when like q
Rash. the freakish wind carried It or
again. She had lost sight Of the other
man and the umbrella
cit was a perfectly good silk UNI
breIla" Myra sollloqulzed; perhaps
The man needed II hImSelf-well. let
him keep II. and the hat? The hat
must he a wreck"
Myra suddenly became aware thar -
tall man WIS holding an umbrella
over her She looked up into pair
~ laughing eyes The man holding
her umbrella was hatless. and mois-
i1rc was streaming down his young,
square lawed face.
"Iohn Martini Where"
This ONLY proves Myra." John Mar
Tin irter7pfed "that you need me
around Especially IN stoFn."