The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1920-07-09
APRIL SHOWERS
BY SUSANNA MAcklN.

| &c is2o. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicats.p
BE sure that you take your um-
breila. 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 II does like the middle of April"
Myra Bennett stood before her mir
ror, deftly adjusting her new spring
hat--a chic flame colored toque. Her
black dress of soft cllnging stun had
touch OF flame yellow at the neck.
wrists and girdle: and from her
young. well-formed shoulders II hung
In simple. girlish lines. A swift side
| long glance at her reflection brought a
look of approval to her troubled face
rs she turned from the mirror and
| slipped into her coat
Yes. III take IN umbrella" she
assured her mother.
| .And be sure you get something
good for your luncheon. Myra." her
mother cautioned. ''you--you haven't
eaten much breakfast--a cup of coffee
Is nothing for girl to work on.
You---"
Don't you worry. mother" the girl
broke In as she f,mbled In her beaded
bag. "I'li make up for breakfast--ynu
ought 10 see how much eat at noon"
"l'm glad you do. Myra. l hope
you're not letting anything trouble
you"
| Mrs. Bennett returned to the din
Ing room and began to clear away the
breakfast dishes.
II should worry" Myrn Bennett
| whispered to herself.
Her eyes sought the eyes of square
iawed young face In silver frame
upon her bureau.
Il should worryl" she repeated as
she took the photograph from tho
frame. II can stand II II you can"
she Informed the picture. iiingIng II
into the waste basket. Then she fied
from the house.
In the big millinery shop. where
Myra designed fetching" hats for
Madam la Bonte's fashionable ellen.
tele her fingers fiuttered about among
the frail straw and gorgeous flowers !;
and "wonderful creations" were FASH
Toned by her capable fingers but her
thoughts were leagues away.
BY the magic Of thought she had
taken herself hack TO night In June !;
to moonlit beach and John Martin.
the scent Of the sea, the touch Of
hands. BY this same, magic she
walked IN the future. There was a
little white house and garden Of
roses--real roses. John Martin walked
beside her, and there n chiid's chubby
fingers were clinging to her skirts.
When she had come back from her
meanderings the same magical thought
! told her that she had been dreaming,
romancing. and that she had lost
lost John Martin through her own
silly nonsense. her unreasonable zeal.
ousy.
Myra Bennett was glad when tho
hour to quit work had come. She had.
Of late. done her work In a 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 clinging to
her. made her way to nearby sub
way. but just ms she had reached the
entrance strong gale struck her and
sent her umbrella and her fiame-col-
ored hat chasing each other across the
street.
Out from n drug store doorway a
man darted after them. then another
man Joined In the chase. and Myra,
her brown hair wet and disheveled
watched them. Again and again IN.
man that was chasing the hat had had
his hands almost upon II when. like n
fash. the freaklsh wind carried II or
again. She had lost sight OF the other
man and the umbrella.
ut was perfectly good silk UNI
breila." Myra soliloquIzed: perhaps
the man needed II hImself--weli, let
: him keep IT, and the haiti The hat
must be wreck"
Myra suddenly became aware that a
J tall man WAS holding an umbrella
over her. She looked up into pair
OF laughing eyes. The man holding
her umbrella was hatless. and mols-
ture was streaming down his young,
square tawed face.
"John Martini Where"
This only proves. Myra." John Mar
Tin interrupted, that you need me
nround-especially In n storm"
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