The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-10-16

clothes 10 spend IN argufyinR."
She had reason on her side. We dried.
sided with Melanle, and pitied her pale
face. No one considered the gallon of salt
water which she had compelled me to swal-
low. Injustice of any sort 'annoys me
righteously and violently annoys me. Our
argument lasted through the breakfast
hour, at the end of which | lost all that re-
manned TO me of my temper. md, after
throwing the tea cosy at Muriel. 1 broke
out of the room in "a passion. and flew mp,
three steps at a time, TO our bedroom, turn
ing the key in the lock behind me.
In due course of time Millicent followed
me thIther. | knew she would. l lay on
the bed. %grlnning with malice. not at the
new novel in my hand. Her lover, Maurice
Mitchell. was momentarily expected. She
was 10 meet him at the station. and she
had neither hat, nor coat. nor curling
tongs. She b~eseeched. prayed. caJoled me
to unlock the door. / made no response.
/ listened TO her means. her whimpers, her
humility, her t~hreats-they were sweet In
my ears.
mill, dear Mill. you annot be so cruel.
If i do not meet Maurice he Will be mad:
he won't come here; he will 60 back by the
next train; he has such q temper"
al will never forgive you, Mill"
Still silence.
LET me in, Mildred. Ihave only a mo-
ment to spare. You may carry q joke too
far
laughed. 1t was my joke; l should carry
it as far as i could.
. "MiL, if you won't let me in. at least
throw me my coat and hat from the win
dow"
j laughed again..
Mill, you little beast. 1 have nothing to
wear"
"Borrow."I suggested, ~grinning sardon.
ically. L was in q position to grin. Ill
you are so fond OF Melanie, wear her
clothes."
At this suggestion she pummeled on the
door panels ylcl0usly for y moment, and
then. as the time flew and l wa inexorably
firm. i heard her Gathering do wn the stairs
and calling to the girls. Presently | had
the satisfaction of seeing her hurry out
towards the station clad In Melanie's pilot
coat which was of no shape IN particular.
with Muriefs old garden hat, tiapoing in
the wind, on her dishevelled head. My
sisters never lent their best clothes to any
one.
1t is a pity 1 was too sulky to go to the
tennis tournament; though the day is wild
AID boisterous. vet the courts are go shell
tered by the chit that the wind Will not in
saw my mother, with Muriel and MelanIe,
who both looked very smart and smiling.
set of in the direction of the ground. ]
watched them out of sight; i saw the wind
blow my mothers bonnet on one side; !
saw il beat about the girls until 1t l00sened
tA1AA 1et a0
their smiles and smartness.
Now that / vas alone III the house, now
that all my share in the fun was over. now
that nothing awaited Inc but Maurice's
anger and Millicents execratloD, l felt de
pressed.
However, repinIng is useless, and Mr.
Close would console me. The train by which
he and my father were to arrive was due
/ would go and meet them.
My hair was still damp; / twisted 1T VI
into a lump as big rs q loaf at the back OF
my head; to this lump l attached my sailor
hat with long pins. L put on my rough
serge coat. and, thus EQUIPPED, 1 set OIL fol
the station. As / turned the corner l me,
hat. the wind had divided his beard int
two portions. and blown it back over hil
shoulders.
"Halloa!" l said. There you are at last
| Where Is father"
He went straight to the ennis ground
with you sister and Mitchell"
IL suppose you are coming to see mel"
"Well, / can't say tc4t, for how was / to
know where you weref'
Il want to go out ~a-hshing," l said. alb
do your casting o meaning glance a
the sea. / want TO go to the tennis"
81 hate tennis: / like boating"
"Bnt you wouldn't like drowning, woulC
your
There is no question of drowning. Will
you take meP'
"Wherei"
"'Out in q boat7n
Certainly not"
81 want to co."
Il see you DO"
Il am not allowed to 60 Alone"
y course not"
IAN you won't take me? You refusefn
Il distinctly refuse, Miss Masters3n
These smiling rejoinders-the sort of So
perlor way in which he pooh-poohed IN
w~ishes-vexed ME. / stamped with annoy
ance. and after having said some rud
things in a very rough voice. 1 turned ava,
from him and ran off down the Zig-Zal
path to the beach. making my way to tn
lonely ridge of cliff at the western extrem
ity of the bay.
Never glancing behind me, ] clambered
round the corner of the rocks. Out O
sight of SeacOmbe and its revolving IN
habitants. l seated myself upon u be,
of seaweed and wiped my eyes. Girl
of character weep angry tears occasion
ally. and iustifiably. Every thing q mas
ter does is justifiable.