The suburban citizen., 1901-10-05
teacher. was intellectual and
svunatbptic md this led old
women 10 declare that II she

or ought to know, thaU these are not
the two qualities most essential to So
cial success But in any case it was
not likely that Mas Weatherly would
ever be much sought after. She was
stuGious dlffident, not given to the
enthusiasm engendered by fads, and
was inclined to believe that she had a
mission In this life. She had been
voted the most popular teacher within
a certain division of the city, and with
the reward Of her triumph she would
have gone to Europe, which indeed
was the object Of the election, but
when the day drew near she argued
that she could not afford to spare the.
time. Her friend, Miss Parker, a
teacher who had carried the other di-
vision of the city, called on her two
days before the ship was to sail.
I'm so sorry you can't co." said
Aiss Parker.
$50 am l. 1t would be such fun"
why can't you go?"
Because l have taken up a special
study."
%Oh, how stupid Of you! And, be-
sides, what could be a better study
than Europe? You've had study
enough Throw 1t aside and come on"
"No; \ am determined to go through
with It,"
I'm so sorry But where are you
going TO stay while in hiding?"
"At q farm house near Ocean Cave"
"Oh, that's pretty enough but it is
not Europe. suppose you have heard
of the Chiltons. who have a summer
home there. 1t Is a beautiful place,
and they say that the entertainments
there are marvellous. So sorry you
won't throw everything aside and go
with me. It's so foolish of you always
to be seeking retirement And I am
going to get even with you in some
way"
Miss Weatherly went down into the
country, signing and reproaching her
self for 1.-THE short half-sigh OF envy
qher mind forecasting the feasts OF
history and Of art soon to be spread
for her friend. But she sought to con-
sole herself with the reflection that
Eur,-,)e rushed through was, after all,
a sort Of geographical dissipation.
She was finally consoled, not indeed
by philosophy, but by the sweet air Of
the summer place,
The farm house was old. in the
midst of ancient timber, and the cool
air from the sea and the sweet breeZes
from the hills, blushlng red with the
Joy Of summer, made evening pleas
ure and morning a delight The home
stead had but one other boarder, an
oldish man who talked political econ
Omy, but who possessed the merit Of
sleeping during the most Of the after
noon; so Miss Weatherly found herself
free from social obligations. The
DelghbOrhoOd, or at least the "sum-
mer" part Of it, had adopted the name
Of eXclusiveness. Social lines were
tightly drawn. 4 wag said it was q
place where people came to snub one
another.
During a drive the farmers wife
pointed out the Chiffon place, a castle
like house high on a hill overlooking
the sea. "And l shouldn't wonder
but they've got the big-head along
with the worst Of them" she said.
"rhe first season after they came
here l called one afternoon, and 1t
looked as If they were scared mighty
nigh to death. But l didn't ask them
any odds, gracious knows. l just
wanted to see what sort OF folks they
were, and l found out at a glance.
The old man and his son and daughter
that's all there are Of them-may be
nice enough, bullock at that rabbitP'
The Chiltons were OF no interest to
Miss Weatherly. She gave the castle
a glance, and not OF envy, either, feel
iqg that the inmates, having nothing
90 do, must be miserable, but she
could not restrain the question, How
did they make their moneyY'
I'm stocks or bonds, or something
Of the sort, but not by hard work, you
may be sure" said the farmers wife.
"The young man struck me as being a
nice fellow, He was very polite, and
didn't look proud. 1 just did get a
glimpse Of the girl, but 1 saw the old
man close enough. Humph! he looked
Ike he expected me to ask him If he
had any washing to be done But ]
want him to understand one thing
and that's that the Atchersons are
just as good as the Chiltons ever dared
20 be-"
One afternoon several days later
Mrs. Atcherson came painting up to
Miss Weatherly's room, and, sputter.
ing in excess OF excitement, finally
asked, "And who on earth do you think
has called to see your
Miss Weatherly had no Idea, but she
ventured as a guess the president OF
some sewing society. Mrs. Atcherso1
shook her head mo; it's young Chill
toni Go right on DOWN.
"There must be some mistake, Mrs
Atcherson. He surely didn't call 70
me-"
"Oh, yes, he did. l thought ther
might be some mistake, and 1 asket
him particular, and he said you; s.
you must go down"