The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1920-01-01
FINE FEATHERS
BY ANNETTE GREEN.
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Lakeside, the beautiful summer
home Of Mrs. Carter. CLEANED like an
enchnntcd palace In the moonlight
while frpm the brightly lighted ball
room came the strains Of music,
mingled with the sound of dancing and
youthful laughter. Everybody seemed
happy. except one. Prom the shadows
of the upper balcony overiooking the
ballroom "a young man watched the
gny scene below with frown. And
n hc caught sight from time TO time
% certain fairy.like ngure among
the dancers. n look Of almost bitter
pain swept over his fine features.
"why. Phii. my dear boy! ex-
claimed the hostess, spying the watch
ing figure In the shadow a. she stroiled
by with another matron. Aren't you
dnncingi" lie answered haltingly that
he had headache: didn't feet ~ 10
u tonight. I'm afraid you young peo-
pie stayed out on the lake IN the sun
too long today" replied Mrs. Carter.
"what pity! And this Is Phoebe's
last hl<ht mere TOO.
Phocbe's last night Phil knew
that. only too well And again search
Ing her out among the dancing throng.
he followed the lovely girlish figure
In silvery chiffons with longing eyes.
Muttcring an excuse to Mrs. Carter
about getting some fresh air. he turned
away aud left the balcony, followed
by his hostess voice bidding him come
back later
Avoiding the gay groups on the YER
anda Phil made his way through the
,huabery. aud dropping down ON
bench by the shining lake. gave him
self up To his bitter thoughts. With the
strains from the ballroom ringing
family In his ears. he closed his eyes
10 shut out the bright moonlight and
went over In his mind bit by bit his
acquaintance With Phoebe. Mrs. Car
tcr's niece. from the day Ia June when
she arrived. IA stranger Ia thcm all. up
o. tonight. when she had come 20 mean
everything 20 him. lie had thought
her quite the incest girl he'd ever met
that first day. when. arriving al noon
she found the rest IL the house party
gone FOR n tramp and picnic. aud he,
her aunt's nearest nelghbor. had taken
her out In his canoe on the kake for
the afternoon. lie taught her how 10
paddle the canoe and the memory OF
her In her simple blue gingham dress
with her golden hair blowing about
her laughing face. came back 10 him
tonight ~ clearly that he groaned and
buried his face In his hands. For he
had never seen her In any simple ging.
ham gowns again.
chic morning dresses and sport
suits. correct yachting costumes. lacy
embroidered things for afternoon and
beautiful evening gowns had followed
each other In varying succession. until
Pall gave up all hope OF ever daring
20 ask her 10 share his love and for
tunes. Even ca his uninitiatsd mascu-
line mind Phoebe's clothes spelled
much money. lie had an idea that his
months salary would not have paid for
the sllvery gown she was wearing that
evening land he was quite right.
We'll. Il was madness to dream OF
asking such n girl 10 marry a young
architect Just starting out In business.
That was all he could do--dream.
With a sigh he got up from the bench
and started back TO the house. lie
would hRve one more glimpse OF
Phoebes beloved face before she went
out of his life forever. although the
sight OF her. NO dear. yet for him so
unattainable. would he only one more
pang. lie found a place at one Of the
ballroom windows where he could look
In unohserved. lie was searching
among the dancing couples for Phoebe.
who seemed 10 have disappeared. when
he heard her name repeated Just In
side the window. Someone was talk
ing about her 60 a group Of guests. and
before he could move away Phil was
rooted 90 the spot In stunned surprise.
"PhoebeT' the gosslplng voice went
on. "Oh. my. MOI All those stunning
clothes she's been wearing Mrs. Carter
gave her, all Of them" "She Looks
charming tonight; where II she nowr'
asked a second voice. Il saw her go-
ing toward the garden all alone lit
tie while ago" the other replied (;
"shc'd taken on her ball gown aud had
on that old Bingham thing she wore
when she first came"
Phil turned away from the window
Just as Mrs. Carter laid hand on his
arm. asking n his head still ached.
strangely enough. his headache was
gone. and replying 90 her kind IN
qulr1es with lll-concealed haste. he
vaulted over the yeranda railing aud
dashed around the house toward the
garden.
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