The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-11-07
THE UNDERSTANDING.

lie held OF to the strap above for u
minute ana regarded her through his
eyeglasses in a superciious manner:
then he began: what have yot, been
doing to my brother?"
"I?"
II admit It's none of my business,
but he's all broken up about this Eng
lishman you've been carting all over
Europe"
Really"
And wearing that pin all the time
THIS was dreadful. Righteous indig-
nation, always hard to bear. became
doubiy trying as the gentleman beside
her glanced at the pin, retired behind
his paper and obviously listened
Il think / prefer to discuss other
things IN II public place"
Miss Iierrott,' lowering his voice.
This is IL serious matter to-"
II viii not listen"
You must" he continued. rapjdly
in French. 'IIe talked in his sleep last
night, and said things that show
he"
1t was an unlucky speech for n WIS.,
ion of the picture he had once drawn
OF himself in bed during an attack of
mu!nps, wearing Il nightcap, aud Moth
ing but red nose visible above the
quilt, rose before her, and she burst
into stiIied giggle, while the gentle-
man gurgled and gasped behind his
paper.
Il am glad my brother affords you so
much amusement"
NO. no; it isn't that! oh. tleur--oh
dear!" she cried There's my street.
ood-bye."
She lett the car before he could say
another word. her face crimson. her
eyes full of tears of laughter and NOR
tification. So great was her agitation
that she paid no heed to where she was
going, ond ran fun tilt into IL nice pink
and white boy, who cried. "Why, Sue!"
"Oh, Bobby. I'm so mad,'
What's the trouble? / say, you're
all worked up
Dom sympathize with me, or shall
cry"
Good gracious
"Oh, how 1 hate that man"
What's the matter--somebody speak
to YOU? / always told you not to
tiirt----''
II don't"
~ ou QO-unconSciouSiy."
Il think You are horrid."
NO, IN not. Tell me what's the mat
ter
"Ned----''
You haven't quarreled?"
Not exactly. But he gets so cross
when Lord Surrey writes or comes to
town. And there's nothing in it. moth
ing whatever! Why shouldn't men be
nice 10 me-
Then you don't really care for
Ned?' breathessy.
No. shortly.
They reached Fifth avenue and
walked downtown, a juunty. looking
pain. Bobby gazed straight ahead,
with little frown between his eye
oroWs: his pink cheeks ere unusually
pale. On they Went, past the Waldorf,
the handsome stores. the well-dressed
people. the spring sunshine stirring
their blood with JOY of living in spite
OF the tumult raging within.
AT Twenty-thirti street they turned
into Broadway, and she broke silence
Il feel better now, and won't be cross
any more"
'Don't YOU think you're rather hard
on Ned? Now, own up
NO, don't. You men have the best
of it, anywas, ana I'm not going to
smile OH YOU ard let you have things
all your own way. Women must get
even somehow
Il never lik" to think OF women as
sladiators," said Bobb:'.
''Gladiators? o.
Yes. The kind that used to catch a
chap in a net and kill him. Forget
what they called 'em: used to know
Neo s 100 decent to be treated that
way"
Perhaps he's tryins to do that TO
me-"
you know better, Sue. And know
better, for men don't give up things
when they're playing with Il girl
She shrugged her shoulders.
But Bobby would not be snubbeu. Il
don't suppose YOU know why he gave
up the leading part in the play last
winter. If you remember, one night we
were talking about actors, and how
broken up their home life must be, and
how you could never marry an actor
because YOU would see so little of your
husband. You didn't approve of the
life, anyway, although I tried to show
you that lots OF them make as good
husbands as IL girl could want
And Ned said nothing then. But
later, when / spoke of the offer, Calder
made hinl-''
What! the actor manager"
Didn't YOU know? He offered Ned
a small part with prospects of work
ing UP, and he rarely makes Il mis-
take"
oh so on, go on, What did he say"
"He refused. ! think you know Why"
Sue smiled.
Don't YOU asked Bobby savagely. |
"Oh, yes, | have a vague idea" she
drawled, land as forcsee lecture |
shall take the next ear before get it," |
With great dignity Bobby escorted |
her to the car and stood thoughtfully !
on the corner ms il moaned away up |
the street.
Girls beat me-" he muttered. What |
Il dance she'll lead Ned. | wouldn't put !
up with It,"
1T is curious fact that other mems |
girls and other peoples children could |
be managed perfectly If we ourselves !
only had the control of them.
When ii young lady has told gentle |
man in cool, conversational tones that |
he is on no account to give up "A pro-
fesslon she disapproves Of because his
talent for that same profession out
weighs any possible sentiment -lle may |
feel for her At the time; when the
young gentleman who has an incon-
slant sense of humor and a dramatic
uttclS words OF tremend-
Gus passion; when the young lady re-
plies with cutting sarcasm, followed
by words of kind regret that send him
out OF the house in a state of never
ending despair, the natural result Is
that the Young lady feels a bit de-