Evening journal., 1899-02-13
A Better Understanding
BY Frank H. spearman

on the teeing ground. made imaginary
drives With imaginary success. Whfe
they chntted Miss Macy pounded ,ha
turf idly with her driver.
Il do like you" he was saying.
She smiled, but skeptically.
81 like you" he continued. curious
". 10 spite OF myself aud yourself"
What an odd Mr. Carier!" smiled
Miss Macy This is a novelty"
I'm afraid it's more than that-an
impertinence. Yet Id hate to have you
look on it thatAvay."
'Oh, l don't. Rather an idiosyn-
crasy. isn't IL? Explain IT.. please. Mr..
Carter. Friday is so tedious
For you it is-with gay Saturday
and Sunday in prospect. But for me,
with the prospect that Saturday and
Sunday l sha'n't get word or look
20 men chasing around after you"
She only struck the turf bit harder
Now that you've insisted you like
me-and it's Friday-you must tell me
Why she said. ineXorably.
you are not quite ready for that,
Miss Macy"
.How do YOU know?"
III | were to tell you, you'd simply
hang my scalp in your chatelaine with
The rest, and sleep-while | tossed in
wretchedness."
For a moment she made no reply.
TELL me. then, why you don't like me"
she said at length.
That's rather more serious. ] con-
fess hardly dare"
AT your age?"
She fingered the playthings on her
chatelaine as II she really were count
ing scalps. The figure amused her; but
her lips were set in a defiant smile.
"Ihope your paradox isn't going 10 be
! silly" She lifted her eyebrows pa
tiently as she spoke.
NO. only rude. At 4o-since you have
kindly reminded me CT it-one sees
more than youth and wit and grace ia
life There's another word. I'm afraid
you haven't spelled it yet, Miss Macy
"Go on"
ave need OF your encouragement
Well, 1 see you here the center ofall al
traction-every last one Of US tagginG
at your heeels-"
They said at dinner last night yo'
were certain OF the open champion
ship"
You shall not upset me-" he con
tinued, determined'y. "All the girl
are jealous-all theif mothers enraged
You are a despot. Miss Macy. clearll
enough. You can stand no end Of handi
Gaping. and hole out ahead. bu
there's another side 10 il"
Now for ~"
"Isee your mother here, tooi lovely
lovely woman. love her, too. And
see her suffer every day, more than
ever suffered in my life. She ought no
TO be here an hour; she ought 10 be i
Mackinac. but she stays here just be
cause YOU want to be here. and sh
won't separate from you. If 20
thought of her frst-forgive me 70
saying so-you wouldn't stay in Gle
Ellyn an hour. You are angry now.
. She rose smiling. but dangerously
'.Not a bit; we can't 81; here all day, ca
we? Hershie, tee my ball. I'm gla
you've suggested l should temper coui
tesy with thoughtfulness, Mr.. Carte
] do spend too much time on the links
! just to be obliging-and too little wit
I, mamma. Let's go back by The pon'
Its quicker"
Monday morning Carter went up
Lake Forest TO dedicate a course; !
was authority about Chicago. When
cot back TO Glen Ellyn Tuesday Ii
Macys had disappeared. There was L
. end of pique over It; all the fellow
were upset. Everybody except Carte
!. was mystified. II was only astonishet
and after finding no scrap of word
J. not even from Mrs. Macy-uneasy. X
! calling many little courtesies. he ce
tainIv had some cause to feel aggrieve
j. Still it was incredible that with !
appalling case Of hay fever Mrs. Mac
had gone anywhere except to Mackina
And with a stern confidence that
must be right Carter took the Manito
I, determined to find the Maeys.
1 When morning dawned on the stral
l he fully expected 10 see the Macys
4 the wharf. II was a rude shock TO b
I confidence to hunt the island over az
find no trace Of them. Hurried eScu
! sions to neighboring points and di
gent inquiry among the Chicago color
utterly failed TO reveal the missiI
+ couple.
The afternoon he started for Chical
Carter was thoroughly depressed. G
ing down the boat stopped at Harb
4 Springs. He had already searched q
bay resorts; yet he stood on deck.
r. lonely man among jolly hundred. an
(. ously scanning the features of eve
Il dainty woman on the wharf with I
persistence Of a desperate longing.
It Not until the passengers we
shipped and the whistle blown did
n surrender his last hope. And the
q standing on the deck as the boat car
around the harbor receding-
a Heaven! who was that on the pie
Mrs. Macy waving her handkerchief
e Chicago men think quick. II was
Y long way to the captain. but Cart
e covered it in great leaps. Throu
Ie groups over tables. down flights a
h. up hatchWays.