Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1902-01-31
CAN'T TRUST THEM.
by larry Pain.

IleU.
You are somewhat young to come
to 50 sad decision" said the inter-
viewer. POSSIBLY you have had some
bitter personal experience OF the sex
which you would hardly care to sub
NIT to the cold gaze Of the public"
Don't you fret yourself about that.
Anything l tell you you can use-on
the terms we arranged. And I should
not take the risk of telling you any
thing l wanted you to keep to your
self. AS to my being young, may be,
but I've seen a good bit of women.
And say you may possibly like them,
and you may possibly admire them
for some things, but I'm hanged If you
can trust them"
Dear me!' said the interviewer.
"And I'm not SO precious easy taken
In as some chaps are. Now there's
Tilson-absolutely anything's good
enough for him. I said to him one
day, Take three triangles, all the same
size, and arrange them SO as to make
the name of well known cricketer.'
He asked me not to tell him and said
he believed he could do it. He made
his triangles and got. to work. Later
on he came to me and said he was
pretty certain the name was Fry and
asked me if it wasn't. Well l said,
that would be telling you nearly all
Of it, So he wouldn't be told and
said he'd bet he'd get it before the end
of prep. All through prep. he was
working at it as hard as he could 60.
The triangles looked like Euclid at
little distance, so that he didn't get
copied. Besides, you can do what you
like in Piggy's prep"
"Piggy?" inquired the interviewer.
"Piggott-one Of the masters-hes no
good. Well, after prep. Tilson owned
up that he couldn't do it. What? +
said. Can't arrange three triangles SO
as to make the name of we'll known
cricketer? No. said he. No more can
L. said I. And l never heard of any
body who could Then he chivied me.
and we got into the bOotroom and
slung boots at one another until he
sent one through the window. He was
in a proper row, too next day because
he hadn't done any prep. Oh. you can
always catch TilsOn."
(Which things are in the nature of
DEPRESSION" observed the interviewer.
Mature Of a which? Well, I'm not
like Tilson, and l know most catches.
But I've been taken in by women more
than once, and l don't trust any Of
them any more Some time ago l used
to get up to the sickroom just before
going to bed. I'd got cold and cough
and a tickling in the throat, and the
matron gave me lozenges that weren't
bad-I've paid money down for things
that weren't half SO decent to eat. So
lozenges and say that day in bed
would put me right-though that never
came off. used to talk, and she en-
couraged me to talk, and she used to
talk herself. II l thought the grub
wasn't quite up to the usual mark, I'd
mention it. I'd make criticisms on the
masters. I'd tell her about any special
little lark we were having. And she
used to listen to it all, and you'd have
sworn she was on my side. Yet she
used to pass the whole blessed thing
on-peached regularly. There's viper
for YOU"
"Thus early does one learn discre-
tion," observed the interviewer.
Not so blessed early either" said
James Robinson. ."I got done again
after that. l didn't know then they
were all alike. l thought that matron
might be an exception. 1t was in the
holidays when l was stopping at my
uncle's at Safwold. I've got three cous-
ms there-all girls-and they'd got an
other girl, friend of theirs, with
them. Her name was Dora Lemaine.
My uncle being the rector, he natural
~ corks me into his choir, where they
can't sing for bananas, and l do
solo for them on Sunday. That was
the beginning, of course
Why"
Because all women are keen on
anybody who sings or plays pretty
we'll This Dora Lemaine began to
take lot of notice of me. Consequent
~ l began to take some notice of her.
Some ways she wasn't bad"
How old?"
"She was a bit older than me. Per-
haps about twenty-five. But If she'd
been all right in other ways wouldn't
have let that interfere. killed a wa
ter hen with catty chats thing l
bet you've never done and gave her
the plumage for hat. Played tennis
with her. though she wasn't up to my
class. Let her play my accompani-
ments. Exchanged photographs. Show
ed her how to make jumpers. Ran
five miles to catch the post in the next
village for her one night. She kissed
me once. Everything seemed to be all
right. And all that time she was max
ing game of me to my cousins Il found
that out from the youngest of them)
and repeating particularly private
things that I'd said to her and sort of
jeering at me. What's more, she was
engaged. And that letter took to the