BUELL HAMPTON
CHAPTER I.—AT LAKE GENEVA
IT was only a game of tennis that brought on this affair of love’s entanglement.
Ethel Horton, with rich, maidenly flushes on her soft cheeks, played as she had never played before—played and won.
Athletic suppleness and vivacious buoyancy were emphasized in every movement of this intense American girl.
With heightened color, she contested the game, point by point.