The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-09-18

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come along?"
mo, thank YOU" she said quick
ly. I've some :. some things to
do today. Is Aunt Olivia going
with your"
Certainly"
"Of course, am" Olivia broke
in. I've got to keep up my exer-
else. I'm not going to be one of
those heavy wasted contraltos."
You're slim as a. girl" Cecily
said affectionately.
She wanted to pay everyone
compliments. She wanted every
one to feel as completely gay, as
filed with sense of well being as
she was. She wanted to sing and
dance. She wanted to work off
the gayety of her spirits that had
been rising since first she opened
her eyes that morning and saw
that the sun was high in the heav-
ems.
She had been up and out Of
doors before eight, She had walked
to the beach and said to the waves,
This is the day I'm going to see
him"
She had returned to the house
and eaten a great breakfast before
the others were up. Now that it
was but a little after nine. she felt
she could not endure the next five
hours.
Meet me at three at the fork of
the road" Locke had said.
What do you do for fiUe long
hours on Sunday?
You pick fresh flowers to fill the
bowls in all the rooms. You try to
read Saturdays newspapers. You
pick up your knitting and discover
that you can't count stitches. You
dawdle over your lunch and find
it has taken only a half-hour. You
try to listen to the radio but your
mood is not for Sunday afternoon
programs. You empty the contents
of your bureau drawers and put
them back in order.
The One Person
THEN suddenly you discover it
L is two o'clock and you've only
got an hour in which to put on
your tweed skirt. your bright blue
sweater. You tie kerchief over
your tawny hair and see. for the
| first time, that your face seems
pretty to you. Your eyes sparkle
and your cheeks are pink. Perhaps
that is because you've been bend
ing over to- tie the strings on your
sturdy boots.
But you know that isn't true.
You know it is because you are
happy. you anticipate the thing
you have been waiting for.
And t0hdt are you l3diting for?
You're waiting to see the one
person who makes you complete.
You're a girl and he's a man and
between you there is the age-old
and to-be -forever-neW bond Of
quickened liking that makes every
other thing in the world seem to
stand still.
1t was Cecily's first experience.
The clock in the big hall was
striking the half-hour after two
when Cecily, with twin cardigan
thrown over her blue sweater. the
sleeves knotted. came down the
| flight of stairs.
There was stout stick in the
umbrella rack She took it out and
set off in purposeful strides.
The wind in the trees. the MUIR
muir of the stout grass by the road
side, the crunch of pebbles be-
meath her boots fell on her ears
with pleasing newness. There
was a new semitic perfume of
wild roses-that added to the min
gled pine and saltwater filled air.
She wrinkled her nose with de-
licious enjoyment.
Main Street slept drowsily in the
Sunday afternoon calm. Shattered
windows and closed doors faced
her benignly. The clatter of horses
feet disturbed the calm and faded
away She met the inevitable two
fifteen year-old girls. arms about
each other, strolling aimlessly. She
waved her hand to old Mrs. Jami-
son, greedily watching what few
passers-by enlivened her Sunday
| afternoon.
Then she was at the end of Main
Street and striking oft toward the
road that led to the fork.
/ Locke was waiting for her. He
| sat by the roadside. lazily MUNICH.
| ing on blade of grass. He looked
as though he might have remained
there forever. rapt in his contem-
plation of the sky.
Cecily came up behind him.
''Bool You pretty wild creaturel
Did 20, remember to bring the
steak?"
| He got to his feet at once.
"Stout fella" he said. Right on
timei / knew you were a girl in q
million. Even if. your interest
seems to be in food rather than in
me-"
There was a knapsack on the
grass, which he picked UP and
slung over his leather iacketed
shoulder.
"Thc steaks in here" he said.
"And the potatoes?" she per.
sisted.
! Woman, don't you ever think OF
anything but food? The potatoes
are at the beach. ! sent them out
by special messenger.
You're very efficient" she said,
and matched her stride to his.
The road was brown and gray
tweed. The fields were green and
yellow silk patterned with the pale
, pink of wild roses, with the purple
! of thistles that grew by the side OF
the road. It was changeable silk
that moved with dappled sunlight
in the soft summer breeze.
sL,fgyt Continued tomorrow.