The Owosso times., 1920-11-26
A Pleasure Trip
By KITTY PARSONS

IL don't care" she cried; II Just won
stand 1t any longer; I've been engaged
to Phil for over a month and all ht
has done Is to rave about Anita Fisher
the way she does her hair and the
hats she wears and everything. It's
perfectly safe and harmless. / sup.
pose, but I'm sick to death of hearing
about her. Why didn't he marry her
himself II he thinks her so perfect?"
Doris spent long time considering
the situation for she had fully decided
that she was not going to hear so much
Of Anita from that day forth forever
more. Then the next thing she did
was to write sweet little note to Mrs.
George Fisher and Invite her and her
husband to spend the following week
end with Phil and herself at her moth
er's bungalow, some miles out Of town.
They accepted promptly, and Friday
afternoon they drove down to the lake
where the bungalow stood and depos-
tied themselves. bag and baggage.
After they had all admired the view,
Doris showed Anita to her room and,
slipping on thin summer gown, went
down to the kitchen to prepare the
dinner. They had all agreed to the
camping-out plan and every one was
to help with the cooking. But when
the meal was ready, an hour later,
Anita had not yet appeared below
stairs. When she came she was
vision in flame-colored satin which
fairly dazzled the eyes Of the others.
Phil was charmed, and after dinner
undertook to show her the grounds.
while George and Doris washed the
dishes. 1t was almost twelve when
they came back to the porch, and
Doris had been pinching herself to
keep awake for the last two hours.
Breakfast at nine," said Doris
sweetly, as she started upstairs few
moments later, without remembering
to kiss Phil goodnight.
About 10:3O the next day Anita ap-
peared in a lavender georgette crea-
tion that would turn any mans head.
Then she threw herself In low chair
and ordered her husband to bring her
rolls and coffee.
'Phil will do It," Doris assured her.
"George Is just Off to play a little ten
MS with me. Perhaps you two won't
mind starting lunch If we are little
late"
They returned about three and
found no signs Of food of any kind,
so ransacked the larder for cold meat
to sustain them till dinner at least
Phil, who had had no exercise all
day, was crying for long walk in the
woods and insisted that every one
should go. SO Anita squeezed her feet
into high-heeled oxfords and put on
fetching costume, which took her ex-
actly ninety minutes to arrange. 1t
was after five o'clock when they set
out.
Lucky 1t stays light fairly late
STILL" said Phil as he looked at his
watch. "Come on, Anita, We'll lead
the way"
They were soon overtaken by Doris
and George, however, and Phil found
that pOliteness was forcing him to
creep along at snail's pace, far be-
hind the others, at the side Of Anita.
Doris knew every path In the woods,
for she had been brought up in this
part Of the country and she had al
ways loved the woods about the bunga-
low. But after time the sky became
dark and there was a distant rumbling
In the hills that bespoke a storm.
"It's going to rain In a few minutes
one Of those sudden, heavy showers
ve have up here sometimes; we must
find a good place to stay"
MS there no shelter about" demand
ed Anita, whose feet were hurting her.
"No, we'll have to get under that
clump Of trees over there; as long as
the thunder and lightning doesn't come
this way, we'll be perfectly safe
there"
"How dreadful" exclaimed Anita,
as she touched her dying marcel wave
with a groan of despair.
"Take my sweater, Doris" begged
Phil, trying to wrap 1t about her.
II don't need 1t, really. Anita has
fewer clothes on and she looks cold;
you'd better give 1t to her."
A little reluctantly he did as he was
told.
''This Is lark |" cried Doris as she
leaned against a broad tree-trunk.
81 must say you have queer idea
OF amusement" put in her guest,
whose hair was beginning to hang in
straight wisps about her face. II fail
to see anything funny about it,"
"Neither do l." agreed Phil, whose
disposition was being affected by the
chills which his gallantry was costing
him. "Are you sure there is no way
out?"
Its a good four miles to the first
pDace where we could meet the road,
and at least three back the way we
came. It's getting dark, too, and I'm
afraid we won't be able to make 1t at
ail. There's no moon tonight and you
don't follow these trails without even
a huglight We are probably here for
the night"
"Don't joke" retorted Phil. "This