Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-12-19

It wouldn't have made any difference-but
that show was so tawdry and hideous-"
Evelyn readjusted her cape and sat down
on the veranda railing.
''Oh, 1 was tawdry was ~ she asked
sweet1y. Il knew some one would tell me
the real truth about it IF I waited"
II didn't come here to have you make
fun of me- he said bitterly. He imagined
thai since the pail he had been suffering a
kind of rnartyrdom.
Evelyn could not help laughing.
Poor Wary she exclaimed in mock
sympathy. what a hard time you make
yourself have! Just listen TO MI Foster
laughing on the other side Of the porch: it
must be much cheerfuller over there" Mr..
Foster was the young man from Keokuk:
he wore secret society pin in his cravatr
and Wary hated him particularly.
What an ass that fellow is!' ne blurted,
savagely. He had just lighted fresh Gig
arctic, and throw away the stump of the
discarded one with an unnecessary exercise
of strength.
'Bul hes cheerful and has very nice man
neTs.' said Evelyn. Wary was still look
Ing away from her petuldntly. Her atti-
tnde toward him just now was that of an
older sister toward a young offending
brother. He felt that the interview lacked
dignity on his side, and he swung around
suddenly.
You know we can't go on this way. You
know l wouldn't offend you for anything
in the world-that # I've been churlish It's
simply because l care a great deal; because
with the wrong people If you knew what
your coming home meant TO me. how much
I've been counting on it, ana then 10 find
that You wouldn't meet me on our old
friendly basis, ard didn't want any sub
gestions from me-"
lie had, almost unconsciously. been ex-
pecting her to interrupt him: but she did
not do so, and left him to founder along as
best he could, When he paused helplessly
she said, still like forbearing sister:
Il didn't know you could be so tragic
Wary. The drst thing / know you'll be
really quarrelng with me-. and / don't in
tend TO have that Why don't you change
your tactics and be good little boy?
You've been spoiled by too much indulg-
ence of late. Now l. don't intend to spoil
you a bit. You were terribly rude-I didn't
think you capable of il, and all because /
wouldn't offend my father and his friends
and other very good people by refusing to
take part in the harmless exercises of that
perfectly ridiculous but useful society, the
Knights of Midas. That's all over now |;
and the sun comes up every morning just
as il used to. You and / live in the same
small town, and it's too small to quarrel
in
She paused and laughed, seeing how he
was swaying between the impulse TO ac-
cept her truce and the inclination to parley
further. He had been persuading himself
that he loved her, and he had found keen
joy in the misery into which he had worked
himself, thinking that there was something
ideal and noble in his attitude. He did not
know Evelyn as well as he thought he did.
When she came home he had imagined that
all would go smoothly between them: he
had meant to monopolize her and to dictate
10 her when need be. He had assumed that
they would meet On plane that would be
accessible to no other man in GARRISON;
and his conceit was shaken to find that she
was disposed to be generously hospita,ble
toward all. u was this that enraged him
! particularly against Wheaton, who stood
quite as well gith her, he assured himself
as he did. Her beauty and sweetness SEEM
ed to mock him; If he did not love her now
as he thought he did. he ut least was deep
ly appreeative of the qualities which set
her apart from other women.
There are men like Raridan. who are de-
void OF evil impulse, and who are swayed
, erd touched by the charm of women
through an excess IA themselves of that
nicer feeling which We call feminine usual
ly in depreciation. as II it were contempti-
BILE. But there is something appealing and