The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1900-12-22
\ Good Way Nth Women


WAS sitting alone in the tent,
watching the others play tennis.
AT least / professed to be watching
them. As matter of fact, was day
dreaming. The dreams-I may as well
confess it-were about Bob Chalmers
and myself He had paid me marked
attention during the fortnight that he
had been staying in the neighborhood.
Some one reused me by slogging a
9ball into the tent. When / had thrown
it out and settled down again noticed
that 9 couple Of men were taking on
the bench just outside. One voice was
dear old Col. Wardell's. The other be
longed to a strange the gentleman
who was staying with him, supposed.
just fancy Bob Chalmers coming
down here!" said the stranger. q
shouidn nave Thought there was any
thing at EaralEaE to attract him. i
sihtsd contentedly. He had seemed to
ind-something.
''Oh!" said the colonel, ''I don't
know. If he likes a country life, you
see?"
Il shouldn't think it was the least in
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knows all the best people"
'Does he? should hardly have
thought
''WelI, you see his wife" His wife!
The tent seemed to whirI round me.
lost the conclusion of the sentence;
also the reply. When I recovered the
visitor was speaking again.
"a niece Of Lord Hevington," he
said "Awfully pretty woman. The
belle Of her season. He carried her off
from a regular crowd Of fellows, some
how or other. Quite a love match"
"He always had a good way with
women" remarked the colonel, with a
laugh.
He had "way" with one woman
knew.
"A jolly good fellow" declared the
stranger, emphaticaIly. 81 can under
stand anyone liking him"
"They're a nice family" the colonel
agreed. "Hulloa! They've finished the
set. You must try game. Not play?
Nonsense! You used to hold your own,
I remember"
I heard them walk away and join
fn the Babel Of merry voices. Some
one came into the tent and asked me
to make one in the next game, but
pleaded a headache. The excuse was
true, think; but wasn't sure about
the headache or anything. slow
could he have been so cruel!' I kept
thinking to myself. He had seemed
so frank and open. 1t was part, sup
posed, of his way" with women.
decided to go home and avoid meet
dng him until 1 had recovered a little,
but before could carry out my reso-
luton heard his quick step upon the
gravel path. set my lips and made
another resolution. He should not
have the satisfaction of thinking that
I cared.
''Whyi" he cried, with his merry
laugh, there isn't anything wrong
with the ground after all. thought
it looked awfully uninteresting till I
saw this side Of the tent"
smiled and made room for him.
''I wonder" I inquired, whether you
really think that I believe all your
pretty speeches? Come now, do tell
me"
Don't / say them as if I mean
them?" He tossed his cap into a cor
ner and stretched himself lazily.
"Oh, dear me, yesl You have an
admirable way with poor, helpless
woman. I heard some one say so the
other day, do you know"
He pulled his mustache obviously.
fI should be satisfied If one woman
thought So" He looked down upon
me with . smile. Heis big. even when
he IS sitting.
"0nly one2"
"Ouly one"
"Of course. you sag that to an OF
ahem. r is part Of the way. He