Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-10
WHO'S WHO I'm THE STORY

LUCY JOY, good-looking, plQuant,
poised She has won a big prize in
the "prettiest English girl" contest
and is a noted film actress. Archie
has merely saved her from some Gin
ema ruffians
The Green.Eyed Monster
"Ah." took up the Admiral In ad-
ded good temper. He was a quite
good tempered senior officer when
things were going reasonably
smoothly, with many more good
qualities than Mrs. Harrison, for in
stance, would have credited him
with. The head grows gray. in most
OF us, SO much sooner than the
heart! The Admiral. for all his
natural we'll, envy Of whose heads
still match the golden youth within,
who had helped him. Not bad
boy at all, he thought. Gentlemanly
boy enough. Very hard lines on
these young fellows (the Admiral
realized) who have to make up five
years leeway in these present con-
ditions. What chance, now, had a
boy like this? Evidently no money.
No people. No possibility of getting
married. for instance. for donkey's
years.
The Admirars thoughts rather ran
on marriage this spring. His own.
he considered. had>oeen a particu-
larly happy marriage
(Most sailors marriages are. for
obvious reasons which they over
look) and it was not impossible
not at ell impossible that he might
even consider a second venture one
of these days. The girls were off
his hands now. There was life in
the old dog yet. He wasn't so old,
danme.
He offered young Laverock a
cigar. Then volunteered, II met you
just in time. AS matter of fact
I'm just on my way to call In on
cur mutual friends at the bungalow
over there"
"Oh. are you, sire" said Archie
pleasantly.
Yes, the fact is It happens to be
my birthday, and l thought ] might
manage to persuade the ladies to
help me out with q little celebration
at the Berkeley
Tonight. sir?" said Archie Lave
rock. Adding these (to him) sur
prisinG words, I'm afraid fancy
you may find they're engaged"
The words came from his lips as
ii uttered by another. Why should
he have said them? He had no
idea what engagement those people
might have for tonight. They
might be free, or away. He hadn't
heard He had made no plan.
That plan, however. formed itself
lightning swift in young Laverock's
mind even as the elder man with n
tolerant smile, a twinkle in that
midshipmans eye of his. returned
"Ha, yes, yes: a most sought
after little lady our friend. l know.
Stll. -" one may be able to in
duce them. . can only try my
luck ." Well. I'll push Off Good
day to you, Mr.. Laverock. Oh. are
YOU starting the car for me? Much
obliged to you, I'm sure"
Not at all. sir SO glad hap
rened to be there" from Archie,
promptly. Respectfully lifting his
cap, he went on his way.
But not along the high road to
London. No. He had that plan to
follow. given chance - He
turned off, sharply. to the right.
This was one of these short cuts of
Surrey lane which the Rover knew
as well as he knew the path to his
own tent. seeing that all the home
counties were beginning to be as an
open map to him now. And he
knew where he might dare to cram
on speed.
There was just a chance, the
young man at the wheel was think
ing rapidly but composedly, after
the campaigners manner. Just a
chance. This cut across country
was couple of miles longer than
going back by the main road to
the turning beside the pine woods.
But dash it. he couldn't race the
old boy along the open road. The
admiral had the start all right; n
good start, start i'll every way.
Archie would do what he could,
though. Up, down, to the
right, here. This lane was bad;
windings, doublings. But this
little Singer was light. The adj
mirais car was bigger aHair;
more cumbersome. Besides! III
this were the old boys first day ON
the road alone he wouldn't manage
her as Archie-driving all day long.
all these months-could manage
this. He wouldn't make the
pace that Archie could make. was
making even now.s
On. on to the right again
the village. the postofilce, and, ut
last. the turning to the lane by the
pine woods streaming those dark
green and brown scarves on either
hand as Archie dashed past. He
had reckoned on coming out at the
top of the hill the back OF the house.
Here he alighted: without stopping
the car he dashed down the side
path into the little garden.
At the gate in the palings q car
no. n taxicab was drawn up on the
turfy track. A. taxi; and upon 1t
were piled a large dress basket and
several of the striped hat boxes.
splashed across with the name of
q French milliner in letters not so
much larger than the autograph OF
Lucy Joy.
Good Lord. = She was going
away, then. Neither of them would
be able to engage her for this even
ing? The race had been in vain?
Even as Archie's face fell he was
assailed by a gay storm Of welcome |
from the lawn. Not her voice. |
80 Not Lucy's voice. I" No, she |
wasn't there.
only Mrs. Joy sprang UP from
where she was sitting, winding |
petunia- colored silk for that jumper |
of hers Off the hands of her sister.
"Oh, Madgie! Look! It's Mr..
"Hullo, How d'you do"
How nice of you to come again |
so soon. Oh, no. oughtn't to have |
said so soon ought 7! We ought /!
to have thought 1t was countless |
eons-be quiet, dogs!- since we
saw you"
But we are glad to see you.