Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-27

II always thought you liked good
healthy, outdoor fun" said Will. II
do" said I; but always thought you
wanted to see something of life outside
Montrose" II do" said Will; but
But! There was no getting beyond
the but" for either of us. The more
! we talked, the more excited and the
further apart we got. Why, before We
finished We were arguing about things
that had happened before We were en-
gagged. It was as near real quarrel
as really nice married people ever get.
It was VIII who finally suggested a
compromise.
WELL" he said at last, "why don't
I go back and go camping with the
boys, and you stay here the three days
and have a good time with the
1t was a perfectly sensible solution.
and we both knew it. There wasn't a
reason in the world against 1t. We
stopped arguing and began planning
how we could manage. 1t would be
easy as anything In the planning We
the time Will caught the train for
Montrose. everything between us was
as smooth and sweet as maple mousse.
On the surface.
Underneath, couldn't help feeling a
little hurt at Will I didn't want Will
to stay in Chicago. If he didn't want
to-theres no fun for any one in that
but I wanted him to want to- And /
could see that he felt little hurt at
me. He knew that he'd really be bet
ter of camping with just Howard and
Frank, who would never get blisters on
their heels. But he wanted me to
want to go.
If it hadn't been for this little feel
ing Of hurt. my three days in Chicago
would have been heavenly. But. away
down underneath. taking the edge off
all the pleasure. was that sore feeling
that Will had been perfectly willing to
spoil it all for me-
If 1t hadn't been for the luncheon
In my honor. that feeling of hurt
actually might have ruined things for
me. But the luncheon was so i'm
portant that had to put everything
| else aside TO get ready for 1t.
Labor day morning I had a finger
wave and manicure I allowed my
self loads Of time to dress. and. wher
! was ready to start. studied myself
IN the long mirror in my room. and
from the top of my wave to the soles
| or my beige patent feathers. there
wasn't one single snappy detail lacking
| had allowed myself so much extra
time for dressing that. when I got down
to the hotel mezzanine. I was &c
minutes ahead of time I didn't want
to kill the effect by arriving early. Sc
!! bought a newspaper and sat down
TO wait.
I glanced at the front page and
then turned to the ads. Leaving fol-
home that night. of course, the ad;
weren't really anything to me any
more: but you know how it is, you al.
ways like to read them. I was study
ing the prices in fur coat sale, when
IN column beside it. a familiar name
leaped out and caught my attention
1t was Lake Winneposocket.
Casually, I began to read the little
item.
Suddenly everything in the world
stood still. In icy horror.
Three young men who have been
camping for few days on Stony Point
Lake Winneposocket, were drowned
late yesterday afternoon when their
boat capsized off the point"
Stony Point! Where the BOYS had
been going to camp.
| The tragedy was witnessed by Sam
Brado, a farmer. who had seen them
put out earlier in the afternoon, and
who was watching their struggle with
the storm when the boat capsiZed. Un-
d! IL midnight none Of the bodies had
| washed ashore, and a search of the
camp they left disclosed nothing by
which they could be identified, except
for Masonic emblem on one coat
| Brado described them as being between
70 and 80 years Of age. Two of them
ne remembered having seen on the lake
IN previous years. Most of the camp
ers on the lake, he said. came either
from Wayne County or from Chicago
The station agent at Dawson said that
several parties Of campers had come
from Chicago lately, but no party OF
three that he could recall.
THE work Of dragging the lake for
the bodies will commence today"
DON'T know how long I sat there
numb to everything. Then I came
to in the panic of terror. stared
; around the mezzanine. people sitting
walking about as though nothing had
happened. couldn't do anything here
in this queer place, among all queer
strangers. must get back to Mont
rose. Right away.
| dashed through the lobby, out onto
the crowded street. Some people were
just getting out Of taxi, and ]
! jumped In.
THE Union Station" said to the
driver. Eve just IL minutes to catch
, a Ito train. Can you make it?"
F.: He shrugged his shoulders and
started of, lodging in and out among
the cars, cutting corners wherever he
could. There was terrible time while
he had to wait for a traf1c signal
! One-eight-and-a-half when we reached
the station. AS though there weren't
! another soul in all that crowded place
I ran across the great concourse, not
little, hurrying. woman steps. I ran
the way used to at home, when Will
and I played in the same kid games
and the leader shouted, Run, Sheep
RUM
The light over the train gate wa.
already out, the gate was being shut;
but the man saw me coming and held
1t open an extra second for me.
| When we were rolling along my heart
had slowed down so that it didn't shake
me all over. remembered all the things