Iron County register., 1922-05-11
White Flannels and
Lester
By H. LEWIS RAYBoLD

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sally and-Lester."
"Oh," said his wife. "Sally. Yes, |
/ agree with you. I'd much rather she |
went with that nice Weston Burgess,
and l certainly have not encouraged |
Lester. But this afternoon decided
to let Sally see just as much, as pos
sible of himi'
"Helenl" Her husband looked star
tied.
But Helen returned his gaze serene
ly. "Yes, dear. The old hang-the-
canary-around-the-n you
know. Let Sally see so much OF Les
ter, she gets sick of him. Our going
down to River Terrace for the summer
will help lot. Lester can come out
over Sundays, you know"
Sally's father was silent a moment.
"All right" he agreed finally. "Des-
perate cases, I suppose! But you can't
always calculate on the human ele-
ment working according to formula! J!
The following Saturday afternoon
pretty Sally Sayles sat behind the
steering wheel of her fathers car
waiting for the arrival of the tram
from the city. AS it pulled in and
emptied itself of bag-laden week-enders
she picked out Lester and sounded the
horn. Presently he was beside her ana
they were scooting down the winding
road to the shore.
Lester was short and inclined TO
stoutness and much given over to What
he believed to be principles" He was.
strong for reform"
'Don't you think I'm some driverg'
shamelessly fished Sally, throwing him
glance from beneath the turned
up brim of her sport hat.
"Ye-s," said Lester, slowly, "only
YOU know how I feel about automo-
biles, No one should own them while
there are souls in the land that
starve." Lester uttered this sentiment
with very exalted expression admir-
ably adapted to appeal to the budding
ideals of a young girl.
Dinner that night passed Off pleas
antly enough, as would any dinner OF
chicken and featherweight biscuit and
strawberry shortcake. But afterWard,
when Sally and Lester had pre-empted
the cool veranda, Mr.. Sayles found
difficulty in restraining his lmpa-
tience as, perspiring within, he was
forced to listen to various lofty ex-
pressions of contempt of all existing
conditions from the argumentative
Lester.
How long have I got to listen to
that rot, and on my own front porchF
he demanded. But all he got for his
mains was a frown on his wife's fore
head and a hushing finger on her
lips.
AS June heightened into July, the
sight of Sally Sayles driving Lester
home every Saturday provided toe
conspicuous a morsel of gossip to bt
passed up by the idle summer colo
nists. And Mrs. Sayles possessed tot
much of the social instinct not t
know that it was being passed aroun'
that she was rushing that old Leste
Corbin for her daughter Sally. Gladl
would she have endured the knoWledg
had she been getting the results sh
was after.
Apparently, the more Sally sees Q
Lester the better she likes MIN = sh
groaned inwardly.
Then, late in August Lester tele
nhoned that he could not get dow
until Sunday. Sally got in her firs
game Of tennis for the summer, pla.
ing with Wes Burgess, who had dl
tinetly kept away since the week.
importations of Lester.
II say, Sally he pleaded as the
walked slowly homeward from II
courts, Lets manage game eyei
Saturday,"
But Sally would not promise. Ma
be-" she said.
Then when Lester failed to sho
up Sunday, Sally all but dissolved
tears. Mrs. Sayles alternated betWe'
anger at Lester and anger at Sail
letter Monday, half way promisil
TO be on hand for the water carniv;
the big event of the season on
following Saturday, somewhat sootn
the troubled waters until Saturd
came and brought with 1t no Lest
Sally accompanied her mother, W
was to give out cups and vario
trophies. and sat beside her sile
spectator. 1t was during pause
the events that Sally heard her nal
spoken by woman standing just
low the stand on which she sat.
that Sally Sayles over there|
The answer came from some 9
she could not see. "Oh, no. If sd
here she's probably with Lester 9
bin"
ooh" said the other thoughtful
.syou don't say SO! Why he Is g
stantly with that dumpy little Sir
son girl. the one with the glassesT
When Mrs. Sayles looked at
daughter, Sally was nibbling g cho
late cream, her eyes fixed pensiv
on d smoke plume at the far horiz
AS Mrs. Sayles walked home she
fiected that her scheme had worl
lii way, but how differently than