The Yale expositor., 1921-08-25
STORMY WEATHER
BY PAULA PHILLIPS.
20. Is2I. western Newspaper UniOn.)


was to be found neither in her fathers
luxurious home or garden. Nanette,
with her many conquests and care
free days or girlhOod, had left I'M
learned the lesson of true love. Now
that 1t was before her, ii was a diff
cult lesson to understand. 1t had been
very sweet before she had known that
it was love at all. Knight Evers was
such a companionable satisfying sort
OF friend
She was usually busily engaged in
her partnership of some game. But
knight would turn occasionally with
his bright smile of comraderie toward
her, and leaving her still undisturbed.
So in their rides together, he always
had time TO pause for the viewing of
the glorious scenery which held her
spellbound, and seemed TO know in
stinctively, when and where Nanette
would wish TO linger most. They were
merry together, too, with little secret
jokes concerning others, that were in
nocently their own; and also, Knight
was unOstentatiously careful of her.
When father Norton, millionaire
Norton, he was called, noticed the
growing friendlipess between his only
daughter and the young nobody, whom
the Failings had inconslderately in
vited to the country club as their
guest he merely raised supercilious
eyebrows.
Nanette seldom showed any admir-
er undivided attention, and he be-
lieved that this unusual acquaintance
would be Of short duration. But as
time passed and knight Evers, Office
employee of an Insignificant business
concern, continued to visit the country
club, and later to visit Nanette her
SELF Mr.. Norton became annoyed and
chagrined for his Obedient daughter,
for the first time in her life, ignored
his request.
at would be WISE" her father adj
vised her. Ito cease encouraging young
Evers. You know as we'll as /, that
nothing can come of such an attach
ment. To put the case frankly. he is
decidedly beneath you and your fam
lily, in position. Drop him. We have
other views for YOU"
But Nanette did not at once drop
Knight Evers. Though knowing her
father, she knew that he would not
relent in his judgment. She Won
dered, tearfully and vaguely, if Knight
should ask her TO marry him, and Nan
was pretty certain that the question
| linz
Knight should ask her, would she be
able, after the diffident manner Of
her raising, to make him a competent
! helpmeet.
Would Knight be unhappy In her
failures? Would she be unhappy in
her restrictions.
Nan pOndered seriously, and II was
| Jim Brent who came TO be her fathers
! best aide. Capable Jim Brent, with
! his poise and assurance. Her fathers
! friends called the man Jim naturally,
! to most of them he was their confden-
! tial banker. He was an officer in the
country club, of which Nanette's' IA
/ Their was president, and he was bach
eOr. This latter state, however, he
was quite willing to fOrsake at Mans
! little yes. AS yet, Nan had not quite
whispered ii. But when she compared
her future wifely duties at the ac-
complished Jim's side, to those UNI
acquainted duties which she must
painstakingly learn as Knights wife,
Nanette was inclined to throw up even
| love and its sweetness for certainty
and the approval Of her own family.
So when Knights question came,
spoken all impuslvely in the beauti-
full moon-it garden, Nan was ready
for him. Knight had scarcely time to
regret what he called his own selfish
rashness" before Nanette uttered her
no.
1T cannot be knight, good old
friend" she said firmly. Love is all
right for sunny weather, but when it
comes TO storms, the frightening
storms of life-well, it really takes
more than love, dear"
Knight had choked up at the little
word dear, and had gone, blindly on
his way. The days that followed
were the hardest Nanette had ever
known. She had expected to miss her
understanding pal, but she had not
counted upon the constant ache of a
longing heart.
And when, one day, Nan fled to the
woods, to be free from the chatter Of
guests that wearied her, Jim Brent's
! talk seemed like idle chatter now, too
Nan walked farther in the woods
than she knew. And there a thun-
derstorm found her. A flashing, roar
ing thunderstorm In the cathedral of
trees
From childhood, electrical storms
had been Nanette's terror. Wild-eyed,
white-lipped, she waited Before the
last fearful reverberation, she closed
her eyes. Then out of the threaten
ing darkness came miracuously, two
strong protecting arms to enfold her.
Nan glanced up quickly, gratefully, at
the comforting sense of support.
knight Evers stood looking down