The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-12-14
His Particular Devastation.

Marcus WlmDerley passed the
n Grafton on his way to Mrs.
Tim Prindle's tea, a slender girl, with
soft yellow hair, pulled la Pompa-
dour over her face, crowned by a
black velvet hat with nodding feath-
ers, stopped him.
Isn't this Mr.. Wimberley?" she
asked. II think met you the other
evening at the Columbia, in Mrs.
Prindle's box"
Kimberley raised his hat politely.
II believe I had the pleasure. You
are Mrs. Prindle's cousin, Miss
miss Gregory. came over to the
Grafton to call on my dearest friend,
and I stayed too late. 1t is getting
dark, and these old avenues and cir
cles bother me SO I couldn't tell for
the life of me which way to turn,
when happened to see you, Mr.. VIM
berley. 1 hope you're going to the
tea"
II am on my way to Mrs. Prindle's.
Perhaps we would better walk on"
Marcus suggested in a frigid tone.
"Of course. It's fearfully stupid of
me to be late, but she's my dearest
friend, Gracia Gaines, and yesterday
horrid brute of a man almost ran
over her with his reckless driving.
As it was, the horse stepped on her
foot. She's so lame she can't go any
where, and she's here on her bridal
trip. Wasn't it a shame? Is this
Massachusetts, avenue? I do think
Washington is perfectly lovely"
Thus she chartered all the way to
Mrs. Prindle's smart little house on
N street, greatly to Mr.. Wimberley's
disgust. He disliked frivolous women
in general, and this girl with the
idiotic name of Katydid was his par
ticular detestation.
"Please explain to Lillian I'll be
down in a few minutes" Miss Greg
DRY whispered as they entered the
hall.
"Just like her." laughed Mrs. Prin-
die in response to Marcus as he stat
ed the case. However, all's well that
ends WELL"
Mr.. kimberley bowed and turned
away to speak to some acquaintance.
He saw Katydid make her appear
ance within a surprisingly short time,
dressed in pink mousseline. looking
as sweet and fresh as blush rose.
Men focked around her, but Mar
Gus kept his distance, and soon took
leave of Mrs. Prindle. 49,
"That girl is very bad FORM" he
mentally declared, as he lit cigar
and started on his homeward way.
"She acts on the principle that all
men can be captured with pretty
face and yellow hair"
Although they met frequently
while the season lasted, Marcus re-
manned coldly Indifferent to the facin-
atoms of little Katydid, who, on her
side, remarked:
Horrible conceited prig! II there
wasn't another man in the world,
wouldn't take him. It's a shame he's
so handsome"
It happened, however, that Marcus
was obliged to go west the following
summer on business.
On the homeward journey, just aft
er leaving the dining car one morn
ing he noticed clear-cut, girlish pro-
file that looked familiar.
"That's Katydid Gregory" he
thought. "Outlandish name-Katy-
did. I forget she lived somewhere in
these wilds. Travelling alone, sup
pose. Well, I shall keep out of her
way"
The day was hot, dull and tiresome.
At last Marcus rose and gave him
self a little shake of capitulation.
81 must do something" he unused.
'Her twaddle will serve to pass the
time, at least"
For the first instant since he had
reached manhood's estate, Marcus
felt embarrassed when Miss Gregory
offered him her finger-tips, and said,
with marked chilliness:
IL am surprised to find you should
remember me. Mr.. Kimberley"
The conversation was one-sided, but
Marcus, pricked by her indifference,
put himself on his mettle TO be en-
fertaiuing.