The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-08-14
NEIHART, MONTANA. ADJUST "A. 1897.

complete-ke noted every detail as if to
estimate its vRfue 1t came back to him
how she had cunningly questioned him
about his needs before he left for Cannes
till he grew impatient. Don't bother
me about ink bottles" Yes, the very
words and others-the secret writing of
memory came out in this fire of sorrow.
''Why won't women understand that
man can't answer questions about trifies
when he has work ON hand?" He could
swear 10 the words, and he knew how
Maid looked, although he did not see.
''Don'S go away. You promised that
you would sit beside me when I worked
hinder me? suppose you are bidding
for a kiss. You know the sight of your
face inspires me. That was ten years
ago-he might have borne with her
presence a little longer. She never
would come again-he would have no
Interruptions Of that kind.
Her gloves, sixes-what a perfect
hand it was (smooths out the glove).
His memory brings up dinner table.
Mrs. Chatterby gives her opinion on
Meredith's last novel and helps herself
to salt-he sees disgusting hand, with
stumpy fingers and for impudence a
street arab of thumb A vulgar little
woman through and through, and yet
because she picked up scraps from the
monthlies and had the trick of catch
words people paid her court. And he
had sometimes thought, but he knew
better today--of all things in the world
glove is the surest symbol. Mended,
too, very neatly-that he might have
his hansoms.
1t was tire last thing he ever could
have imagined, and yet it must be a
diary-Maud' diary. Turns over the
leaves and catches that womans name
against whom he has suddenly taken a
violent dislike.
January 25.-Was at Mrs. Chatter
by's-how strange one does not say any
thing of her husband, yet he is the nicer
of the two-and think it will be bet
ter not to go again to dinner. One can
always make some excuse that will not
be quite untrue.
1.-The dinner is in honor of Mr.
cynical, who is leaving his college and
coming to live in London to do literary
work, as Mrs. Chat.erby has been ex-
planning for weeks, and to give tone to
the weeklies.
The younger men are quite devoted
to him, and we ought all to be so thank
full that he is to be within reach. His
touch reminds one of don't know
the French writer, but she does not al
ways give the same name. we hope to
see a great deal of him. So delightfully."-
cynical, you know, and hates the bour-
geoisie.
II was terrified lest should sit next
Mr.. cynical, but Mrs Chatterby was
merciful and gave me jamie Godfrey 4
father. Edward says that he is very
able man and will be lord chancellor
some day, but he is so quiet and modest
that one feels quite at home with him.
Last summer he was yachting ON the
| west coast of Scotland, and he described
the sunset over the Skye hills, and ]
tried to give him Devonshire sunrise.
We both forgot where we were, and
then Mrs. Chatterby asked me quite
loud, SO that every one looked, what
thought of 'Smudges.
''The dinner table seemed to wait foi
my answer, and wish that the book
had never come from the library, but
| said that had sent it back because il
seemed so bitter and cruel, and one
ought to read books which showed the
noble side of life.
You are one of the old fashioned
women, she replied. You believe in 9
novel for the young person, with q
smile that hurt me, and / told her that
l had been brought up on Sir Walter
Scott I was trying to say something
about his purity and chivalry, when
caught Mr.. Fynical's eye and blushed
red. If ! had only been silent, for I'm
afraid every one was laughing, and Ed
ward did not say one word to me all the
way home.
February 20.-Another ordeal, bu
not SO unfortunate as the last The
Browne Smythes are very kind friends
but l do think they are too much con
cerned about having clever people &
their house. One evening Mrs. Browne
Smythe said she was happy because
nothing had been talked about exoep
translations of Homer. A certain gues
was so miserable OIL that occasion that
begged Edward to leave me at hom'
this time, but he said it would not b.
Greek again. 1t was science, however
and when we came in Mrs. Browne
Smythe was telling very learned look
ing person that she simply lived TO
fossils. A young lady beside me wa
talking about gases to a nervous man
who grew quite red and tried to escap
behind a table. l think she was wronj
in her words, and he was too polite T.
correct her. To my horror. he wa
obliged to take me in to dinner, ant
there never could have been two peopl
more deserving of pity, for Twas terri
fled of his knowledge. and he was afrai'
Of my ignorance. We sat in perfect 81
lence till fatherly old man, quite
farmer, on my left began to talk to m
so pleasantly that described our coun
try people and was really sorry whel
the ladies had to leave. Edward say
that he is one Of the greatest discoverer
in the world and has all kinds of honors
We became so friendly that he ha
promised to take tea with me, and
J think ne does not despige my simplicity
) How long to be cleverer for Edward
} sake, for I'ni sure he must be ashame
) of me among those brilliant women.
! cannot blame him. I am proud of m
) husband.
r MAY 15.-I am quite discouraged an
have resolved never to go to any chari
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