American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1920-08-07
APRIL SHOWERS
BY SUSANNA MAcklN.

tO, 1870, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.D
"Be sure that you take your UNI
brella, Myra." Mrs. Bennett had come
softly into her daughters room. 1T
looks like rain" she continued. "and
II feels more like the middle of March
than It does like the middle Of April
Myra Bennett stood before her mir
ror, deftly adjusting her new spring
bat-a chic flame colored toque. Her
black dress of soft clinging stuff had
a touch Of fame yellow at the neck.
wrists and girdle; and from her
young, well.formed shoulders Il hung
In simple, girlish lines. A swift side
long glance at her reflection brought
look Of approval TO her troubled face
as she turned from the mirror and
slipped into her coat. ~
yes. I'll take. m 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 breakfasts cup Of coffee
Ia nothing for a girl to work on.
You" '.-4
"DOn't you worry. mother" the. girl
broke In as she fumbled In her beaded
bag. Tll make up for breakfast--you
ought to see how much ! eat at noon"
am glad you do. Myra. 1 hope
you're not letting anything trouble
you"
Mrs. Bennett returned to the din
Ing room and began to clear away the
breakfast dishes. A''
II should worry - Myrs Bennett
whispered to herself.
Her eyes sought the eyes Of square
jawed young face In q, silver frame
upon her bureau.
p IT should worry she repeated ~
she took the photograph from the
frame. "I can stand Il n you can"
she Informed the picture. Ringing u
into the waste basket. Then she fed
from the house.
In the big millinery shop, where
Myra designed fetching" hats for
Madam Ia Bonte's fashionable Glen
tele her fingers nuttered about among
the frail straw and gorgeous flowers;
and wonderful creations" were fash
Toned by her capable fingers hut her
thoughts were leagues away.
BY the magic Of thought she had
taken herself hack to n night In June;
tn n moonlit beach and John Martin.
the scent OF the sea. the touch of
hands. BY this same magic she
walked In the future. There wns
little white house and n garden OF
rosps--real roses. John Martin walked
beside her. and there a child's chubby
fingers were cllnging TO her skirts.
When she had come back from her
mennderIngs the same magical thought
told her that she had be~rv drea ming,
lost John Martin through her own
silly nonsense. her unreasonable jeal-
busy. ,xT-H
Myrn Bennett was glad when the
honr To mutt work hai come. She had.
Of late, 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
passersby.
Myra. her scant skirts cllnging 10
her. made her way 10 n nearby sub
way. but Just rs she had reached the
entrance n strong gale struck her and
sent her umbrella and her hame-cOl-
ored hat chasing each other across the
street.
Out from drug store doorway n
man darted after them. then another
man Joined In the chase. and Myra.
her brown hair wet and disheveled.
watched them. Again and again the
man that was chasing the hst had had
his hands almost upon II when, like "
fash. the freakish wind carried II on
again. She had lost sight Of the other
man and the umbrella.
at was a perfectly good silk UNI.
brelia," Myra soliloouIzed; perhaps
the man needed II 'himsclf--well. let
him keep II. and the hat? The hat
must be wreck"
Myra suddenly became aware that y
tall man was holding an umbrella
over her. She looked up into a pair
OF laughing eyes. The man holding
her umbrella was hatless, and mois-
ture was streaming down his young,
| square jawed face. ~
"John Martin! where
This only proves, Myra." John Mar
Tin interrupted, "that you need me
arounf-especially In storm"