Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1900-10-18
A HERO SAD.
BY Estelle Brooks.

w9s his by ancient right. His eyes
had dreams in them; he nursed his
right leg affectionately in the way
kdRw so we'll. And presently:
N'm a tidy sort of a fool, taking
things all around" he burst out of a
sudden. And he sat upright and looked
as though he had thrown a challenge
toesne and to the world
"You shouldn't say that" said l.
~HHlf-depreciation is the worst thing
possible in these conceited days"
II didn't come here to listen to your
ti3sot epigrams,'' said Classy, fercely.
I was not offended. I f1atter myself
that I nave come to know Cassy(a lit
Very well. then. Who is she?~ I
as&ed him.
cassy's lips moved. and I caught the
wakd before he spoke it aloud. Grace
- he said slowly. It's a fine name
ayKr the challenge was in his tone again.
lit certainly wouldn't be much of a
maine for a boy" I suggested.
He fared out anew at this, INC L
foSced myself into my old sympathetic
m@Sd And Classy, growing calner:
~Did you ever read-do you ever read
cHldren's fairy tales, where everything
isHdght, and fits so easily into its place;
where the poor student comes always
~ LIZ 49, |AAS 49, 49,
tdgards her and a smile on his face.
And, 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. And everything ends
juet as the poor student (and the Prin-
cess desire, and they are happy ever
afET?'
ST do read them sometimes"
There was silence for a minute.
(Vc&uSu sta rcd haT6 into the fire and a
thy white flame, leaping up suddenly,
shaved q clear, troubled face.
Il sometimes Think" he said, that it
lisa great pity that we cannot live in
that pleasant land of fairy tales. The
kiAd-hearted gods of the fairyiand
seA9n to have got tired of having any
th$ng to do with this narrow world of
euM&x So, when I call now Che was
aIkiying his thought to his own par
tubular troub1e) ! am never able to see
hey The old mans all right, rather a
Jolly sort of chap altogether. But the
m9ther hates me like poison. She comes
1nbp the room all smiling, and says
thN4 Grace is out, or laid up with a
slHsht attack of whatever illness hap
peass to be fashionable at the time. q
give her credit for being a clever wo-
mAas she varies the complaint so neat
ly& And then we talk about the
Weather. and the last novel, and all
ting other nonsense, and when I &c,
sS& glad you called, Mr.. Cassyss and I
geA out into the street. When 7 turn
this corner I ask myself why it is not
fa4fyland, and why I can't go back
VITA my faithful followers and carry
heN In triumph from the house. They
ku%u the best way Of loving-in those
days"
= would certainly have been the best
waf for Classy. Classy and a few faith
fu&followers would clear any street or
eaAth in five minutes if they had set
thf3r minds to it.
yet always" I reminded him., "the
po& student had many difficulties to
coHAueF. There were dark forests as
wen as sunny roads to traverse before
he&Mon his love-"
@He did not have a Mrs. Hepworth-
SnRth 70 encounter" said Classy.
But she may be won over in time"
L suggested.
mot by me-" said Classy. TIN no
bo&y. You don know Grace, do your
he, added suddenly.
cit is my MISFORTUNE I returned.
t'Well, OF course, then, you don't IN
denstand. You can't possibly under
stand. She's"
Tha do. I'll take Grace for grant
ID The point now is Mrs. Hepworth-
Sn1&h, and the utter Indifference OF
theance kind gods. You can't see her;
You want toto let her know some
thhag?'
YES" said Classy with Elaboration.
eIsR1fnk I do"
'FFVhy don't you write, them"
Classy was aghast at nay brilliant
tha@gh1. He uncurled his knee and
thdsAB himself back in the chair as a
mag yeho has cast a burden from his
shaa1deFA He said: cts great. I pever
kheRgFt about that for q r.iTe"
- assumeu as interesting an ex-
preston as I could, but I had not acted
WeN enough: for, after peking the fire
~vianarously in order to completely de-
Iiv6 himself Of his burden, Classy made
ap4egy:
A"Im awfuily sorry. coming round
An% worrying you like this. But
I'm always glad to be of service"
resN1nded feebly, marvelling at my
ma4terstreke of c~leverness. Blu
whad?"
"Oh, nothing, only, if you knew her
Tm.sAre you would understand.
And before he left that night w
drank very solemnly to the rout o
Mrs. Hepworth-Smith and the com
plete success of the Knight Classy. Ais
he. would not be denied to clink hi
glass with mine to the Lady Grace.
"How long is it since 1 saw yo
eastT' questioned Classy.
I reckoned back the evenings on m
fingers. Classy was furiously impa
tient. He said quickly, Don't be a
night about it?"
I looked at the calender.
"Just over a week"
ga week? It seems like a month"
Why" I said, a little amaze
sswffat's the new ~development?"
ST WROTE said Classy. He glared
mea "Don't you hear me? I wrote
eyes" I said. "And-"