The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, December 01, 1898, Image 22

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    time under the impression that' I was an old ' acquaintanCe of
Dorothy's, instead of a very late one.
The day proved an ideal one. Not a cloud obscured the sky,
and a light west wind moderated what would otherwise have been
an unbearable heat to a moderate temperature. It was late in the
forenoon when we descried the visitors coming down the lake
shore at a scorching pace.
" Why, there are only three of them," I said, as we watched
their approach.
"To be sure," said Dorothy. " How many did you expect ?"
" A dozen or more," I replied. " But I'm happily disap
pointed."
By that time the boys were bearing down upon us. We rose
and went forward to meet them. As I glanced casually at the
newcomers I received a sudden shock of surprise.
• • "If the second isn't Torn Edrington then I'm much mistaken,"
I mused, half to myself. Dorothy, standing near, caught the
Words. •
"Of course it is," she said, with a strange smile. " Didn't I
'tell you brother Tom was coining today."
I‘ turned quickly and shook her, half playfully, half
,angrilY,
by the shoulder. " Dorothy Edringtoii Tom's ' little sister ; '
. as'he used to call you at college I'll never forgive you for this."
'But I did later.
• " Ken Walden !" almost shouted Tom Edrington, as he dis
' Mounted nimbly. " Who would ever think of seeing you here ?"
." Not you evidently," I said, laughing.
•" That's so," lie answered. "It seems as though we have been
the unconscious victims of a mutual surprise party."
" Which is about true," I assented, as I turned to meet the
Other members of the party.
The pleasures of that day can never fade from my memory. In
the afternoon we went out rowing on the lake, taking our fishing
'tackle with us. But, finding the sport tame, we returned and
strolled over to " The Point." There my camera came into good
service again, the cascade forming a superb background for a yet
'more' charming group. Then, tiring of that, we went back to
'Camp Chesuncook, and across the hills to a farm near by for
cherries. All of which sounds commonplace enough in print, but
was far from it in reality. In the evening, after a most delightful
HER BROTHER'S .SISTER