The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1901-05-04
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DEOPLE speaking of Egbert Daw

nEOPLE speaking of Egbert Daw-
ley called him sometimes IAN ex-
ceedingly well-informed man." some
times real bright" and sometimes
"finely edgercated," but they not in
frequently added that he was trifie
conceited, or various equivalents in
the vernacular. AS a matter of fact
he was well informed and he certain
ly had the self-confidence that GER
tain degree of knowledge begets. He
was good-looking young man, too,
with lofty, pallid brow and a trim
little dark mustache. He wore eye
glasses, which increased his appear
ance of intellectually, and he dressed
very neatly-rathcr too neatly, if any
thing.
Dawley felt that he was naturally
fitted for diplomatic career or spme-
thing of that sort. He had artistic
tastes and might have gone in for
painting or sculpture or even music,
but fate had pitchforked him into
commercial Unexpectedly, into q
wholesale dry-goods house-and he
He was not popular with the rest of
the men in the house, but they were
common, ordinary lot, and they nat
prally felt his superiority. Some
times feeling of this sort is mani
tested by ''joshing," but Dawley was
not 'sjoshed" to any great extent.
Either he showed lofty Indifference
to it or else he retorted with some
aggravating sarcasm. The best thing
was to let him alone, and that course
was pretty generally pursued.
In society Dawley was the arbiter
of taste and an all-around authority
on things in general. If he was con-
fronted with pottery he would begin
to bubble over with the distinctive
characteristics of Wedgewood, Dres-
den or Sevres, and bark back to the
Roman and Grecian art, with perhaps
and airy offhand allusion to the
Eleusinian mysteries in connection
with the Portland vase. If he was in
vited to give an opinion on some gem
from the picture department of q
downtown store he would discourse
very impressively of breadth and
depth of treatment and chiaro os-
euro and would ring in Douw and
Poussin and Gliotto. When he talked
about the theater his listeners soon
became conscious that most of the
actors of the present day were en-
tirely wanting in a delicate apprecia-
ton of the motive of their parts,
and in his intellectual communion
with the Sevignes and Thrales of his
circle he was literary Daniel come
to judgment. Nevertheless he was q
good dancer and he had hi mus
tache. SO the buds did not shun him.
He rather prided himself, too, on his
small talk. On the whole, he liked
the society of women. They came
nearer to approaching him than men
did. Still, he never particularized in
this respect. The boys down town
said he was too darned stuck on
himself.
One morning there came a new
stenographer to take the place of
Miss Grigsby, the dignified, middle
aged lady who had resigned her po-
sition to Become companion to q
prosperous invalid aunt in the coun-
try. Dawley saw her at her desk at
distance for several days before he
took the trouble to go close enough
to get good look at her, and he
might not have gone then had he
not noticed that her hair was of
the true Titan red. For one thing
he had heard the men speak of her
rapturously as "a peach" and he
thought he knew the kind of young
person that would interest them.
She was busy when he passed her,
and he saw that her hands were
plump and white and fairly well
shaped, but the nails were disfigured
by being bitten. Next his critical
glance took in her little double chin.
her tip-tilted nose and the wilderness
and fine texture of her skin. It had
got to this point when the young
woman finished the sheet on which
she had been writing; then she
raised pair of rather prepossessing
blue eyes to Dawley's, and, nodding
at him in afriendly, offhand way, said:
Good morning"
Dawley smiled in his most winning
manner, and, returning the saluta-
ton, passed on.
For a week or two this morning
greeting was about the extent of
their communication. Then Dawlev
felt disposition to inger and sound
the little stenographer's mental
depth, If she had any, which he
feared was not the case. He premedi-
tated little opening remark apropos
OF the typewriter on Babylonic
bricks, but he forgot that when she
told him there was a smudge ON his
nose.
us there?" he asked in some con-