The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-15
UNDER THE SURFACE
By ROY RICHARDSON.

beginning. When you just begin, people don't
like you, and mostly you don't take to them,
and SO have thought it best to keep away
by myself until had done something worth
while
Goodwin made himself very agreeable, and
Mrs. Edmonds liked him. Her husband got
deep in debate with a business acquaintance,
and the two men presently drifted to the
other side of the room, so when ethe music
began in the conservatory, Goodwin took Mrs.
Edmonds upstairs.
Its awfully good of you, you know he
said to her as they seated themselves next
a dense mass of palms in the ballroom, mot
to insist on dancing, but to talk to me. You're
SO cheerful and seem so contented. VIII il
a fortunate man, Mrs. Edmonds''
"How odd! l was Discontinued and blue
when l came here tonight" she said, ''au
because was-welI, I was covetous''
Tom laughed.
ave all get that way at times fancy"
he remarked. Look at those De Puysters
standing over there, the richest people here.
You wouldn't believe it, but they are ridicu-
| lousy jealous Of the Four Hundred How the
-Four Hundred fare we never know, but the
De Puysters ape them as far as they can,
while some of are silly enough to ape the
De Puysters. am glad you are not one of
those = iSz-
Before Mrs. Edmondss could confess that in
deed she was one Of them there come to her
=
| the sound of voices. They both recognized
| the tones of their host and hostess. 1t was an
awkward position, but they could not have
escaped being seen from the palms.
Constable was evidently demonstrating with
his wife. You cant mean to pretend" he
was saying Ito be keeping pace with the
De Puysters: One would think you were, to
see us tonight. l tell you, Anne, I can't
| afford it, and that's fiat
That's what you're always saying-'cant
| afford this; can't pay fer that!' - cried Mira.
| Constable, with considerable heat. why
| don't you go into bankruptcy and be done
| with it? You never used to complain
| I'VE would lock we'll bankrupt, wouldn't
| we3' her spouse cut in. 4 never used to
| complain, as you say, because I was getting
rich fast then. 1t is changed now, and I'm
often pinched for money to the verge Of
| desperation. I've told you SO, Anne. While
| I've no objection to your entertaining and
having good time, there's limit to our
means, you know, and where the devil the
money for this is coming from 1 don't see
! "You never told mel" cried Mrs. Constable.
| You merely said you were worried. And I'll
tell you right now, Ned Constable, do in
| tend keeping pace with the De Puysters and
fatter myself have done So
+, He stuck NE on change for $4,000 last
! week." muttered Constable You may be
able to keep UP the pace; but, by thunder,
can't at that figure, Anne!'
| There was a pause. Then he said pacifically:
you go at it wrong, and your husband,
must correct you. Look at viii Edmonds and
his wife They are poor, as the world takes
such people, but they are richer and happier
than we are.;,--. -. -
Yes" exclaimed Mrs. Constable, land live
in little place where you can hardly turn
around and where you meet starved nu-
sicans, impecunious actors or authors who
hope to startle the world some day. Perhaps
you would like to change places with them. -
/ Il may have to-" Constable murmured, be
fore it is all over Come. Anne; the people
J.. are going. We must get down stairs
Goodwin and Mrs. Edmonds arose, he seri-
Gus, she trembling.
J.. Tell me- he asked her, should We have
gone away?"
Eyes and no. she answered. I'VE couldn t
without their knowing Then, putting her
hand in his they: came 10 Mr.. Edmonds,
she observed seriously: "A little while ago I
!, was jealous of them Mr.. Goodwin. Now I
am not, and my little place where you can
hardly turn around seems sweet and good to
me. Come and see us in it. We will well
come you, and you may get an idea how nice
humility is. Good night
AS Grace and Will stood again in their own
house later that night she said to him as she
J, kissed him, with tears in her eyes: Il thank
| the Lord, Will, dearest, for our little place
where some people can hardly turn around.
Shut your eyes, viii, and say it after me:
Bless our little place where you can hardly
/ turn around. Amen"