Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1902-06-26
He seemed quite casual.

He seemed quite casual.
"Why with the world? Mayn't ] deal
with individuals?"
1T doesn't generally happen" he re-
! marked. with a woman when she's
married; after her husband comes the
world"
Her expression was dangerously
near one of contempt.
"On the WHOLE" be said at length
do you get on as you used to do-iE
years ago? No knocks, ] mean"
what DO you mean by knoeks?' she
asked.
"Well, / only wanted to say that as
far as I'm concerned-I mean, Of
course, if you ever want anyone TO help
you over a style-you have only got TO
send for me-"
She put down her ice deliberately.
81 prefer not to be classed as lame
dog" she said.
He smiled quietly. "At any rate, ad-
init then that pride is notin your peck
et,' he said.
'No, it's on my sleeve" she replied,
tartly.
"Ah," he said, "then mind people
don't brush against it when they walk
or push past you in the world"
A small dance was given the next
night for those who had remained
Among these were an effeminate youth
from Boston and the clergyman. Mars
den had judged them as types. Once
that evening he had danced with her,
but her pride was still on her sleeve.
She had been waited upon intermit-
tently by the youth and the clergyman
until Marsden, feeling tired of it all,
had gone out into the garden. He sat
on the same seat they had occupied the
previous evening looking wistfully at
the sea that broke like the occasional
swish Of branches into water. He must
have been sitting there for a quarter
of an hour when he heard the sound of
footsteps on the grass coming in his
direction. In a moment the Boston
youth appeared from the other side
Of the hedge and, seeing him, nodded.
Cool" he said, casually, 'cool after
that room inside"
"You exert yourself too much" said
Marsden. IF tried to dance as much
as you do l should be apt to take life
seriously"
Depends who you're dancing with"
said the boy.
Decidedly; but does one ever find
the proper partner until the dance is
over?n
The youth smiled with abundant ex-
perience. Not if you use discretion"
he said. THAT widow-Mrs. Marsden
her name isl spotted her the first
moment that / came down here. If
you knew much about women you'd
know the type at once"
The youth took a cigarette out Of
his case. "They want knowing" he
said, vaguely, as he struck a match.
"She's probably been married to some
old bounder who tied her up into
knot and paid her TO stay there. Then
he became convenient and died"
"You meet hundreds Of that sort
Of women at the seaside" the youth
went on. "She's probably no better
than the rest of them, but she's de-
cidedly a little 'cuter!'"
"What do you mean by no better?"
"Oh, of course, don't mean to say
against her, but You know
what l mean. She can see both ends
Of the stick.
Marsden got up from his seat and
looked down on the boy.
Look here" he said, quite calmly,
cts little atoms like yourself that
dirty the world with words, but
haven't the courage to soil it with ac-
tions. Now take little bit of advice
from me, since you're too young to
give anything else to; take my advice
and wait until you're a man before you
say anything about it. Now run along
in and dance''-his voice changed
land choose the sort Of woman you
are accustomed to when you want to
ruin another woman's character"