The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1898-06-08
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| sleepy, Mr.. Carlton?" hcF'4
1t was certainly Mariohu webster's pretty
| voice that asked the question, with a sus-
picion of sarcasm in its intonation.
mo. Miss Webster beg your pardon
| for yawning; didn't Think
Didn't think she'd find YOU out In the
dark" came from a lawn-cad figure that
| was sitting lower step of the porch.
| Miss Webster is clairvoysihte these sum-
mer evenings. Miss YOurfg'n said Carlton.
Perhaps that's only in regard to you,''
| said Marion Webster's friend and guest;
its matter of sympathy, you know. You
| have to be en- rapportIsn't that the
| word?'
Carlton could guess or in some way be-
came conscious, in the dim light, that Mar
| ions face was taking on an expression of
cold disapproval as she answered. Il don't
| think feel much sympathy for Mr.. Carl
! ton when he's sleepy"
| Without the hesitation before the last
| word in this remark. it would have been
| somewhat pointless; as 1t was, it meant a
| great deal to the young man at whom II
was aimed. Carlton felt keenly the insinu-
| alton conveyed In the word Sleepy" II
was an insinuation which he could have
| afforded to treat as a Jest If some other
| girl had made it-say, Ethel Young. But
| Marion was for him. the one girl. There
| fore it was a serious matter when she i'm
| piled that his WEAKNESS might come from
| bicycle rides in the salt breezes that blew
| from the sea. Moreover. the sneer-he felt
| it to be a sneer-wOunded his pride and his
sense of justice, for he was strictly tenn.
perate young man who limited his beer In
quantity and strength.
Il am sorry to forfeit Miss Webster's
| sympathy" he said In a voice Of quiet re-
| sentiment. But in this sort Of weather a
| man who wants to be always wide awake
to catch sympathy will have hard work.
a.
| but we may have rain before morning.
Come on, Ethel, They're going to put out
| the lights in the hail..
And the two girls got up to go into the
| house. Carlton felt mis- ears tinglng, as he
| stood aside by the open door to let them
| pass in raising his cap politely to their
| Goodnight"
| To all this he could have made his affi-
| davit and sworn. even to the very words
| and the tones Of the girls voices. The in
| cident made a deep impression on him. 1t
| was rank injustice to hint that he Anthony
| Carlton, known among the boys" as a
! steady-goer, both on the wheel and off it,
| had been over-indulging in st:mulant bev-
| erages. In all the 10-mile ride out from
| town that sultry Saturday afternoon, he
| had stopped only once to slake his thirst
| and dispel the accumulated dust In his
| throat with mild lager. He would go
| back to town the very next day-Sunday-
| and would never speak to Marion Webster
| again.
| Then he heard a rusting and felt a cool
| breeze on his face. The rustling was among
| the leaves Of the creeper that covered the
! open side Of the porch. The breeze stopped
| and Carlton was aware Of bright light.
Where was he? Yes. he, was still on the
| front porch of the summer hotel The light
| did not come from inside; it came from the
| horizon across the bay. The rustling of the
| vine leaves was rain. Another glare Of
light was followed by long, loud crash
and rumble. The storm had come up and
! found him swinging in the grass hammock
! long after everybody else had gone in to
| bed. 1t was time for him to follow the
| general example. So he tried the hall door,
| found that those two girls had at least
| been cOnsiderate enough to leave 1t unfas-
| tened for him, went in and In spite Of his
| offended consciousness ofCvirtue slept sound
| ly in bed. -,r-,
! Good morning, Mr.. Carlton. 1 hope the
thunder didn't keep you awake"
| 1t was Ethel Young who hailed him as
| he neared their table at breakfast time.
She was looking very pretty that morning.
| So was Marion Webster. Both the girls
suggested nature fresh and bright after a
| summer shower. MarionIs riph brown curls
were, even more than they usually seemed
| a bewitchng example Of natural exuberance
| evenly balanced with discerning art. Her
| eyes were as bright that morning as rain
| drops.
! All this was simply exasperating to Carl
| ton. upsetting his deep-lad and deadly
| plan to break Marion Webster's heart by
| making love to her friend He could easily
| have brought himself to carrying out his
| plan if Ethel had been there alone or VISA
Wis to some elderly. unprepcssessing person.
| Now he could only scowl in anger-more at
| himself and his weakness than at any
| external enemy.
! "Well, aren't you going to speak?'' said
| Marion. What is the matter with you this
morning."
| There's your chair" said Ethel. laughing.
Thank you." Carlton answered, dropping
| into the chair with rather bad grace. Il
| beg your pardon. I slept very we'll, in
| spite of the thunder"
you must have been very sleepy after
| your long ride then" said Marion. cit kept
| me awake-nOt the ride the thunder.
| What are you scowling like that for?"
| She had caught the sharp look which
| Carlton shot from over his cantelope
Il didn't mean to scowl, Miss Webster.
Were you kept awake. Miss Young?"
mo, but Marion was-so she says-I hope
! you haven't forgotten your promise to
| take us to church this morning, Mr.. Carl
tOn?'
| But Carlton had forgotten all about it. He
| was dressed in wheeling costume, and his
| mind was full Of nothing but riding back
| to town. failing the revengful plan of fiirt-
! ing with Marion Websters pretty friend
J from the South. However, he dissimula ted,
| and managed to do it with a creditably
! slight display Of confusion.
| "Then we had better go and begin to get
ready" said Marion. And the two girls
| left their sulky male friend to finish his
breakfast and mediate upon what he de-
| scribed to himself as the easy nOnchalence
| with which a woman can insult you over
night and pass it off next morning as a
| good joke" Marion's remark. You must
have been very sleepy seemed to him to
! be an outrageous instance what he
| slangily termed rubbing 1t in
| Il wonder what has got into Anthony
| Cartons head?' Marion was saying to her
| friend upstairs.
You ought to understand him best, my
! DEAR" said Ethel He seemd In good
in the hammock. Are you going to put on
| your null frock? No, don't think 1t will
| rain any more"
Must have got out Of bed on the wrong
| SIDE" Marion went on, pursuing the prob
lem of Cartons ill-humor
| Suppose 1 ask him? Ethel suggested.
Il don't care if you do" said Marion.
| But men never confess, when they turn
sulky, do they? I don't care
Ethel was on the front ,porGh. alone, when
| Carlton came down in what, he called his
| ''church parade kit
Marion will be down presently" she said.
| But tell me- Mr. Carlton, don't you want
| to go to church with us? Perhaps you're
not feeling we'll this morning?'
''I?' said Carlton. bristling up II never
| felt better in my life"
| I'm so glad l thought you might have
| had headache" f15p0
Now, look here, Miss Young. this Is too
| bad of you. What has Miss Webster been
telling you about me? ii
about you?" Ethel laughed merrily.
| ooh, 1 couldn't begin to tell you all the