Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1900-07-26

SIT was plain that thought lay very
heavy upon the impresslOnable
Classy. He lOunged In the long chair
which was his 10y ancient right. His
eyes had dreams In them; he nursed his
right leg affectionately In the way l
knew so we'll. And presently:
I'm a nice sort Of fool, taking
things all around" he burst out Of
sudden. And he sat upright and looked
as though he had thrown challenge to
me and to the world.
You shouldn't say that" said I.
"Self-depreciation is the worst thing
possible in these conceited days"
II didn't come here to listen to your
tinpot eplgrams." said Classy. fercely.
was not offended tatter myself
that have come to know Cassy-a lit
tie.
VERY well. then. Who is she:" l
asked him.
Cassy's lips moved. aud caught the
word before he spoke it aloud. 'Grace,"
he said slowly. ITS fine name for
girl. isn't it!'' The last assertively; the
challenge was in his tone again.
1T certainly wouldn't be much OF
name for boy" I suggested.
He fiared out anew at this, and
forced myself into my old sympathetic
mood. And Classy, growing calmer:
Did you ever read-dO you ever read
children's fairy tales where everything
is right and fits so easily into it's place;
IxIrlu
to the princess. will. arms held ont to-
ward her and smile on his face. Aad,
If there be any wicked people they go
away. or die. or get out of the thing
somehow. so that they can work no
mischief. Aud everything ends just as
sire, and they are happy ever after"
II do read them sometimes
Il sometimes think" lie said. that 1t
Il n great pity that We cannot live in
that pleasant land OF fairy tales. When
! call now The was applying his
thought to his own particular trouble)
! am never able to see her. The old
mans all right. rather jolly sort of
chap altogether. Hut the mater hates
me like poison. She comes into the
room all smiling, and says that Grace
Is out, or laid up with slight attack of
whatever illness happens to be fashion
able at the time. Il give her credit for
being clever woman: she varies the
complaint so neatly.) And then we talk
about the weather land the last novel.
and SO on. and when go. so glad you
called Mr.. CASEY and l get out onto
the street. When l turn the corner l
ask myself why 1t Is not fairyland, and
why can't go back with my faithful
followers and carry her In triumph
from the house."
Yet always" reminded him, 1.-The
poor student had many difficulties to
conquer"
HE did not have a Mrs. Hepworth.
Smith to encounter" said Classy.
''J5ut she may be won over Ia time"
! suggested.
Not by me-" said Classy. "I'm no.
body. You don't know Grace. do you?"
he added suddenly.
1T Is my misfortune" returned.
WeIls VI COURSE, tucu, yOu uUu = uu-
derstand. You can't possibly under
stand. She's"
''rhat'll do. I'll take Grace for grant
ed The point now Is Mrs. Hepworth.
Smith, and the utter Indifference of the
once kind gods. You can't see her: you
want toto let her know something"
YES" said Classy with elaboration.
IL think DO"
why don't you write. then?"
Classy was aglast at my brilliant
thought. lie uncurleti his knee and
threw himself back In the chair as a
man who has east Il burden from his
shoulders. He said: ITS great
never thought about that for u min
ute"
I'm awfully sorry. coming round and
worrying you like this. But"
~<'m always glad to be Of SERVICE" I
responded feebly. marveling at my
masterstroke Of cleverness. but
whats"
"Oh. nothing. Only. II you knew her
I'm sure you would understand"