Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-01-03
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By IRENE c. CHRISTIE

GROUNDS lay DaSRlu& III TIE White hSat
OF the mereiless August sun; 1t was
early .aftsnfSoI and al nature; was
shriveled and inSdonless and stflI, so
stlll that two excited voices echoed
ominously In Miss Emilia's ears as she
sat under the electric fan, doing over
her magazine. AZ ~
The voices came from the tennis
court and grew more distinct anda
ominons as they approached, and Miss
EnilIa's. gentle; face became troubled,
even though she smiled.
''You make me eyerlastingly sick"
declared an. angry feminine voice.
''You're always, looking for something
20 criticize. y And when play ahoth-
err game Of tennis with you, Dick Som
efs-" %s,,,-1g ge
s.Don't say it,! You'll only make me
laugh, and it hurts2o a hot day. You
know you can't play tennis. It's a
waste of time for you to try. The
very fact that you went out there to-
day with chose splndley heels and
skirts Is proof enough" The maseu-'
line voice registered supreme seern
and fatigue, and there was the sound
OF fist being driven emphatically
against paiItf rFou don't Zee Char
lette or Katt -doiied up like the latest
fashion sheet They know, enough to-
dress for the game, and they can
:. play, too Va!
.'Oh, yes, eneS sisters are models,
alwayss, The. airsy fairly sizzled with
sarcasm, and MISS Emilia held her
breath. S
mo, non because they are my sis,
tiers, either, but because you could get
= few sensible ideas from them. II you
would"
swell, i wont! Neither from them
nor you, you hateful old preacher"
"rm not AIRED bead, anyway" The
tone of his voice iintimated relief.
1t. had ceme TO the point where, II
nat irons and rolling lpins had been
available, they would have been taken
into serious consideration, As 1t was,
racket went wlnging its way across
the lawn, having missed its target, and
the red. head disappeared int the
house with banging OF doors. -.
Miss Emilia leaned iout Of the win
! dbw. "What have you done newT
she asked IN q stage whisper. !,
The young man grihned. Its
little too hot 10; play tennis,' he said;
Miss Emilia, shook q warning angef at
him as he. slpmped diseonsolately
around the corner of the house, and
she had jusr flne t dTs@ IN heF dledd
, before the door opened and a small
girl, very warm and disheyeled, came
into the room and sank into an easy
chair. Her red hair was tumbled In,
wild confusion about her face, ana
there vas a long blaek smudge upon
one cheek, u. &, ,..
: Miss Emilia turned q page OF her
magazine, and the whispering OF the
paper vas the only sound In the
room, followed q moment later by a
rageful young voice. - r..
n.f know. YOU are taking sides with
, him! You always do, and tell you,
Aunt Emilia, Ifm going home"
; stDear, dear, have you been scrap
I ping again.. ,Adrlanneg ,s.,.,.
Oh, nel We never, do that. It's
! Just difference Of opinion. / know
can't play tennis very well. I don't
like 1t, but ne isn't going to hold his
atkkar<, ,.YxI TO- MO oc y,on6olcO -
\ What has happened to your face
and your skirt?c; never knew any
one to get SO battered up"
Adrianne tripped to the mirror on
dizzy heels and grimaced at her re-
Election. 'eWhen you fall more than
once in day, 1t, is likely to have a
4 disastrous erect upon your appear
ance, isn't it?' she answered tartly.
/ Then she turned to Miss Emilia, a
wistful pleading In her voice: Aunt
Envy is red hair so awfM?"
@No, my dear; it isn't the hair, it's
K the disposition that goes with It."
\ Hateful thingl / mean the disposi.
tlen, OF course. Aunt Emy, believe
|. I'll go to town"
/. "Shy clear Of the champion tennis
player, won't your
"Pll take care Of him." e..
Miss Emilia laid down her magazine
and laughed till the tears came. Just
before dark AdFianne returned with
two mysterious bundles under her arm
and still more mysterious smile on
her face. Miss Emilia cried out In
{ alarm when she carefully unrolled one
package. "Adrianne, Adrianne, what
4 can you be thinking OFF,
Its for boomers. The very red
! dest | could get, and this'''-untyins
4 the smaller pareel-"is silk for Eid'
! dy and a tie for my hair, It's al a
/ perfect match Quite stunning, don't
{ you. thinS?,, "a
"But my dear with your hair"
gasped poor little Miss Emilia, weakly
Il got it especially for my hair. And
I you're going oShelp me make my cos
{ tune tonight, ike dear thing"
It was almost daybreak when the
s bloomers and MILDLY were completed
! and It was tired but triumphant