Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-03-14


rover" who is Through with girls"
in his mid-twenties! This mood pre-
walls until he ''rescues," as he
thinks, from some brutal villains
LUCY JOY. good-looking. pi nl. H.
the .prettiest English girl' contest
and is q noted film actress. Archie
has merely saved her from some Gin
ema ruffianS.
SEYMOUR. movie man. her admirer.
pressible brother, a naval cadet. =,
THE ADMIRAL. .rubicund, choleric old
officer, who dotes on Lucy.
MRS. JOY, gay. charming, almost as
youthful as her daughter Lucy.
ANTI-CLIMAN
What then III love can women do?
If we grow fond they shun us,
And when we fly them. they pursue.
But leave us when they've won US.
--Beggar's Opera.
"Luey in Tears"
To the last moment he was kept
in this suspense by that tiny Tease.
Even so she skipped into the lighted
railway carriage ahead of her peo-
pie, who clustered on the platform,
made their farewells and promises
to meet again (''Good-by! Ever so
many thanks! We don't know
| when we've enjoyed anything so
! much. And now do come over and
see us. Mr.. Laverock, you're conf
| ing on Sunday again. aren't you?"),
| even then there was nothing from
! Her but n rather mischievous blue
| glance, and the upward tilt of the
! egg-shaped chin, another ripple of
! laughter.
No answer. 80
The train back to Waterloo had.
| like a long fiery dragon. swallowed
| up his princess: with clashing and
! electric flashing it reft her away and
, fed, it's wake of pale smoke, sequin-
ed in sparks, trailing across the
dark signal boxes, the telegraph
| posts, the lights of ruby and emerald,
the purple night sky.
| Then, then at last, after She was
| gone, Archie Laverock found an
answer to all his questions of the
last pulsing hour.
THE" Lucy JOY, the pet of every
! illustrated paper i'll England. the
sight to turn an old man young, the
! run-after Screen-Star who was now
to become the Revue Favorite and
to rise from success to giddy sue
cess in London, Paris, New York,
/
could probably marry q duke, let
alone a mere Admiral! if she would.
- She had left her answer with
this obscure young motor expert.
| For as the Rover strobe up the
| dewy field back to the tents, he
! clenched his hands and dug them
down into the pockets of his Jacket.
In the left-hand pocket his fingers
encountered a crumple of something
| soft and unfamiliar. He pulled it
f, out; by the lantern light he looked
| at it.
Lord. How had it got thereo HAD
| she, as she walked beside him, tuck
| ed 1t secretly into his jacket pocket ?
Anyhow, here it was. 4 tiny
| square of cornf1ower- blue george;te
patterned with dots Of vivid rose
color, all crushed up and family
| scented with Mysterieuse.
The girls handkerchief.
The result of this was to put the
young man, in boyish parlance,
clean dead Off"
! He had two days in which to
realize this fully before he saw his
Lucy again. More than time
enough. To the last, however, he
| hoped that he was somehow mis-
taken. Why should this sort OF
thing have happened again? AL
| ready it had happened, of course.
The Rover didn't like to count how
| often. He merely felt sore and re-
sentful. because Il was SO. Every
| thing was always so delightful up
to certain point. Then somehow
-he himself never could say ex-
| actly how-everything went and got
| itself spoilt. Internal disappoint-
| ment! TO feel that this time you'd
| found something SO thrillingly diff
ferent, something that would change
the whole of life and your own
character for you. and then-to have
| 1t crumble in your hands, leaving
nothing but the sick terror of being
tied to the ruin.
STILL" thought young Laverock
motorcycle for his Sunday expedi-
ton. 1T may turn out all right when
l get there"
He came upon Lucy just before
I he reached the blue bungalow. She
was in the pine wood, gathering fir
! cones from the soft terra Gotta car
pet into a wide, fiat. basket that she
held.
ooh! You've GOMEZ" she cried in n
little new-sounding voice. I'VE
didn't think you could be here so
soon!"
mo, as a matter of fact / am a
bit early" returned young Laverock
gravely and politely across the
motorcycle. His first glance ut her
told him the worst.
1t was all over.
She was TREMENDOUSLY glad to see
him.
Composure, self possession, CO.
quetry, sureness of her own Little
Queendom had allen from about
her. With 1t had vanished that aura
of The Lucy JOY, the second Mary
Pickford, the star, and the rest of
Ii. That Glamour girl had gone.
Here in her place stood figure.
how small and wispy against the
aisle of tall brown pine trunks.
dressed in typical "Iittle-girl"
frock of chintz, blue and white as
the glimpses of spring sky beyond
the high boughs. With that bodice
cut so straight and childish, that
quaint skirt tapping about slim
calves. that shock OF pale gilt hair
lifted by the breeze, she might have
been nine instead of-what was she?
Nineteen. Only just one of the
schoolfoom anyhow. No artist.
either An ordinary pretty little girl
OF the new-poor class, who. by n
sheer stroke of luck, had become a
celebrity in her tinsel fashion.
nouveile-riche. Just an ordinary