Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-03-13
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81 really object to being called a
baby in. that patronizing way she
said. in a little burst of temper.
lie ruminated how her tone corrobo.
rated his last statement.
Tell me what you are doing with
yourself" he said, after pause. "Are
you getting on well with the world"
He seemed quite casual.
"Why with the word? Mayn't deal
with individua,s?"
at 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.
ION the whole" he said at letgth,
"do you get on as You used tc @c--12
years ago? Noknocks, mean
"What do you mean by knoch 2" she
asked.
"Well, I only wanted to say that as
far as I'm concerned-I mean. Of
course, if you ever want anyone to help
you over style-you have only got to
send for me-"
She put down her ice deliberately.
81 prefer not to be classed as a lame
dog" she said.
He smiled quietly. "At any rate, ad-
NIT then that pride is not in 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 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. off tried to dance as much
as you do I 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?"
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 little 'cuterl'"
"What do you mean by no better?"
"Oh, of course, don't mean to say
anything against her, but you know
what 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,
"it's 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 man before you
say anything about 1t. Now run along
In and dance"-his voice changed
"and choose the sort of woman you
are accustomed to when you want to
ruin another woman's character"
Marsden left him, then his only
thought was to find his wife; the boy
had gone out of his consideration.
Turning around the corner of the
laurel bush he saw her figure retreat
ing across the grass toward the house.
There was a sudden hastiness about
every step that she took that stung
his instinct. She had heard their con-.
versation. There was a seat the 9th
er side of the bushes where they had
been sitting. He repeated the thought
over to himself-she had heard their
conversation.
He ran, catching her at the open
French,window that led into the house.
"Busy?" he said behind her.
She turned with start. "Ive been
resting out in the garden" she said.
"Were you there as well?"
81 saw YOU" he replied,
"You couldn't have dOne!" she ex-
claimed.
Because / was at the other side OF
the laurel bushes" he said, smiling.
''Then it was you?" she asked.
fortunately" he replied. Come
back again and have another rest" he
added.
|. She turned silently and walked back