The Elk Mountain pilot., 1920-06-10
TWO OF A KIND.
{; By H. LOUIS RAYBoLD.
s1sss. b. Meciur. Newspaper syadic....l


Stuart Bruce lay stretched out on
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 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 late-who
and what was Evelyn Sherwood
He had first met her across the
snowy clothed table widely and accur-
ateiy 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
ether guests. the quiet Thoroughbred
woman with her cool impersoAal lit
tie mods, sweetened by the warm
depths Of her dark dashed eyes. had
stood out like q Richmond rose in a
bed Of dahlias.
Their acquaintance did not 60 be-
yond the "Please-pass-the-su stage
until one afternoon when the canoe IN
which Miss Sherwood had been idly
drifting on the water-lilied pond had
become involved in snag and cap
sized. Stuart had pushed on in q row.
boat in frantic haste. She had kept
afoat, however, and was attempting to
right the canoe when he came up.
But she had undoubtedly been grateful,
ana from that day had beaten him
many q game Of tennis and been cheer
fully beaten at golf. .s'ir 5,r
But Stuart was not the only white
flanneled tennis-playing youth at Ma
pleshade farm who was interested In
Evelyn Sherwood. NN sNt
In fact, when Stuart. finally arose
and sought his partner he was cha
grined to ind that lady briskly serv-
ing across the net to Mr.. R. Bentley.
as the guest book had 1t. He watched
them morosely for a few minutes. then
sauntereG 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.
a schoolteacher Off on her vacation.
II at first he was 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 expensively
simple clothes. her casually dropped
references to experiences abroad. her
apparent acquaintance. with we'll
known people. had made him hold
aloof. Come to think Of It, this pre-
tense on her part wasn't quite-ciite
sportsmanlike somehow. but stsll he
could understand and. forgive any
woman's desire to steal away for her
vacation and play she was that which
would. in the recalling. lighte, the
drab monotony of country school.
teaching. Besides. when 1t came to
sailing under false colorp-how about
himselff Rejecting on the truth Of
that ancient homily that'rit little be
hooves the pot to call the kettle black.
Stuart replaced the books where he
had found them. 53H
Meanwhile Evelyn had seized upon
the sultriness 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.
Making herself comfortable on some
boat CUSHIONS. she let her thoughts
drift. Who and what was Stuart
Bruce7 Some things she knew about
him-he was extremely good to look
upon. very congenial to go about with
and an exceptionally fine advertise
ment for his tailor. Her curiosity con
sisted In wondering what sort Of a
family he came from and what kind OF
a mans job he was holding down in
the world.
A moment later. as II dissemina-
ted for her Information. Evelyn heard
that which caused her to sit upright
at f1rst in surprise and then In dis.
may. ~
Adjoining the boathouse was per
COLA frequently occupied by one OF
more Of the boarders, from which she
was not visible.
"Sure, he's got case on her." de-
clared youthful voice which Evelyn
recognized as belonging to the daugh-
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
In awed tones from slightly younger
daughter Of one of the boarders
'M-m-m. I 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 stun on the road
SOAPS, and-oh. washing powdersr'