Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-04-16
WHO'S WHO IN TxH STORY

ARCHIE LAvEROCK. the 'arrant
rover" who is through with girls"
in his mid-twentiesl This mood pre-
walls unit. i he some re s1asa villains ss ne
Lt tel9ks JOY 5lym s sS%e piauan,.
poised. She has won big prize IN
the ''prettiest English girl contest
and is q noted film actress. Archie
has merely saved her from some Gin
SEYMOUR, movie man. her admirer.
FRANKIE, Lucy's half.grown IRE
pressible brother, q naval cadet.
THE ADMIRAL, rubicund, choleric oIo
officer, who dote cn on rn L%ey' almost ms
youthful as her daughter Lucy.
MIR. RICE-MATHEWS. ancient inva-
lid, tired Of being bossed by women.
MAUVE. his granddaughter. sum,
the interest Of the Rover, but ig-
cENEvIEyE MOT. piquant
American widow, whom the Rover
rescues, and whose small boy adores
him.
"Tbese Cannot Queneh Love"
Now he was making up for 1t, by
love. He continued, in this
way, to make up for it until morning
dawned.
Some unexpectedly male, sport
ing, fighting men-have in their ma
lures (possibiy inherited from the
woman who bore them, possibly
caught from women who loved
them) a purely feminine streak.
, This allows them to fall hopelessly
in love, and yet at the same time to
detach themselves from love; so
that love has to wait ignored until
q hundred little mundane interests
have ceased to occupy the mind.
So it is with women-in spite of
| that conscientious male fiction about
! Moman's whole existence; and so IT
was now with MIR. Archie Laverock.
He woke, after barely three hours
| sleep; and when he woke he was
! immune from the shock and miracle
of that moment when he had found
| Ethel tombstone suddenly in his
| arms.
You cannot live life for long on
that thrilling, overcharged, electrical
| Tor that sort of thing. One or other
would (sometimes does) go crash.
| SO this young man swung round
| to the other extreme. He woke,
wondering where he was and how
| he had come to be in this little
| chintz- papered room with snowy
| curtains blowing in at the easement.
Remembering, he sprang out of
| bed and thrust his head out of the
window into air the like of which he
had never before tasted. North of
Scotland air straight off the unsul-
! lied Atlantic.
Thrusting his feet into brogues, he
hustled on a Burberry and dashed
| out, down to the shore, for a dive
| off the rocks. In icy bracing water
4 IN h N 81
but 1.-The needs Of a world of men"
| AS he rubbed himself down he
| glanced about him. ""'
Wide coast. Shelving rocks,
I layer upon layer like a giants plat
ter Of brown bread-and butter.
Beaches, Of white Clipped shell and
black wrack, made a slender barrier
between two seas; the sea of tossing
! green waters, the sea of family .un-
| dulating purple heather.
Towering over both seas, the i'm
mensity of fresh, dove-colored sky.
Into that sky the Castle thrust
turrets grim as the visors Of ancient
, helmets. The whole landscape
austere, invigorating-had some
quality that seemed to make him
! stiffen his backbone, lift his head
another inch.
| 'Some place!" said Archie.
! All braced, he ran back to break
fast and his mornings work.
To describe that work in detail
would require the pen of the Zest-
full writer who fills the Petrol
Napour' columns of the Taller week
by week. Imagine, therefore,
the condition of four cars after 600
miles of running. Imagine as you
can the busy commotion of yards
outside the garages; the overhaul
ings, borrowings into bonnets,
tightenings, testings, consultations
with other hirelings, trimmings hither
and thither of the boy Angus;
imagine the kissing hoses, clanking
| buckets, moppings, swabbings,
! polishings. Also the appearance, in
those streaming yards, of one or
other of the men of the Party; and
the orders for which young Lave
rock had such. punctilious "Sirs,
and -touchings.
Left alone, Archie, thoroughly into
his job, whistled gayly; broke
, mechanically into song-not placing
| at the moment whose song or where
! he last heard It:
"Oh, your hair is the color of bur-
nished gold
That's lit by the setting SUN"
Angus. a couple more cans, and
stack these empties away
"'-but it's sweeter, far sweeter
undone.
! Then loosen those tresses and let
them fall
! Your snow white shoulders DER
"Ha, thank you, my boy.
But wish | could think that no.
body else"
End of verse drowned in the swish
/ ing of many waters.
| These. it is said, cannot quench
Love; but still he was detached
/ enough.
Hair like FURNISHED gold! /"
; Rum coincidence his being up here
| with her. She as the guest in the
shooting party; heavily chaperoned
by the Admiral's sister most prob