Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1896-01-22


OF lu-nameIy, 10 you exlsr!' IN nel
ignorance she thought there was M
doubt of this, but lent her ''BishoI
Berkeley, and since then she has taker
to pinching herself on the sly, just te
make sure that she is still there.
HER SCARF
So far had not Gas will have beer
noticed) by word or look or sign bro
ken the agreement which rendered ou1
platonic friendship possible. had not
even called her darling, and this be.
cause, having reflected good deal on
: the subject. could not persuade myself
that this was one of my ways Of ad
dressing Thomson. And I would have
continued the same treatment had it not
been for her scarf, which has proved be-
yond all bearing. That scarf is entirely
responsible for what happened today.
1t is stripe Of faded terra Gotta and
she ties it round her mouth before going
out into the fog. Her face is then sufii-
GENTLY irritating, but could endure it
by looking another way, did she not
recklessly make farewell remarks
through the scarf, which is very thin.
Then her mouth-in short, I can t put
up with this.
had warned her repeatedly. But she
was like a mad girl. or, perhaps, she
did not understand my meaning
Don't come near me with that thing
round your mouth, I had told her
dozen times have refused firmly to
tie it for her. have put the table be-
tween me and it, and she asked why?
Through the scarf. She was quite mad.
And today, when I was feeling rather
strange at any rate! It all occurred in
moment.
Don't attempt to speak with that
scarf round you," I had said, and said
it with my back to her.
You think can't, because it is too
tight?" she asked.
"Go away" said.
She turned me round.
Why" she said wonderingly, cit is
quite loose. I believe I could whistle
through it. y
She did whistle through it. That fin
ished my platonic friendship.
FIVE MINUTES AFTERwARD.
spoke wildly, fiercely, exultantly,
and she, all the time, was trying to put
on her jacket, and could not find the
sleeve.
''It was your own fault, but I am
glad. warned you. Cry away. I like
to see you crying. -
81 hate you''
'No. you DON'T -
"a friend'-
"Friend! Poohl BAH Pshaw!''
"Mr. Thomson
THOMSON Tchutl Thomson! His |
Christian name isn't Harry. I don't |
know what it is. don't care!''
"You said''-
cit was lie. Don't screw your
mouth in that way. !"
IT will, if I like -
warn you''
II don't care! Oh, ohp'
81 warned you.'
"Now know you in your true col
ors. p"
"You do, and ! glory in it. Platonic
friendsMp-fudgel I quarreled with
you that time to be able to hold your
hands when we made it up. When you
thought was reading your character L
Don 't-screw w-your-mouth!
Give me my scarf. -
81 lent you Berkeley SO that could
take hold of you by the shoulders on the
pretense that I was finding out whether
you existed. -
"Goodby forever!''
All the time we were discussing the
mystery of being, was thinking how
much should like to put my hands be-
meath your chin and flick it. -
eff you ever dare to speak to me
again.
"Don' w-your-mouthl And
I would rather put my fingers through
your hair than write the greatest poem
in"-
She was gone, leaving the scarf be-
hind her.
My heart sank I flung open my win
dow (six hansoms came immediately,
and could have jumped after her. But
did not. What I saw had remarka-
BILE effect ON my spirits. saw her cross
the street on purpose to give twopence to
the old man who sells the matches. All's
we'll with the world As soon as I can
lay down the scarf I am going west to
The house where Mary, dear, lives. --J.
NJ. Barrie in London Graphic.