Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-06-20
CHAPTER III.


The girl turned down the small din
ner-card at her right hand, and smiled
triumphantly at the man beside her.
II took a similar precaution earlier
in the evening"" he answered calmly
pointing to the edge Of card pro-
truding from his waistcoat pocket.
do you think I require that, to
learn all want to know?"
eyes, for the time being"
"You forget my right-hand neigh
bor."
who doesn't know me-"
"Then you are not the guest Of the
evening whom every one is supposed
to meet"
by no means"
'Is there a guest of the evening? !
hope not. 1t seems as though every
dinner invitation I've had lately was
labelled TO meet somebody or other.
1t really sounds ridiculous. But IS I
remember It, we're free from that to-
night"
81 hate to disillusion you, but my
invitation had tag to It."
did It? Who is the lion. then? I
suppose I ought to know him.
''Mr. Harlan"
"Mr. Harlan?"
The girl burst out into merry laugh
ter, while Kennard stared at her.
do tell me what Is so amusing"
why, it's more ridiculous than any
of the others. It's like being asked
to meet-well, to meet your own
father"
You know him, then?"
ultimately. Haven't you metT
"Yes-once before, which made me
wish to meet him again tonight"
II can understand that"
"Then he isn't one of those men who
are interesting for an hour and bores
forever after"
Not at ALL"
I'm glad to hear It. Tell me some
thing more about him. Who and what
Is he?"
well, he's q very clever business
man, and vice president of the Milling
Companies, and lots of other things in
other companies. He's great reader,
q splendid conversationalist, and-you
see, I'm an admirer Of his. so | think
I'D better stop and let you form your
own Judgment"
rs he married?"
"Eie is a widower and has one
daughter"
"If she is like him. she must be
charming. Is she here?"
Yes. I'll see that you're presented
after dinner, If you'll find some one to
introduce you to me-"
Which Is she?"
(Which is she? Dear me. Mr.. Har-
Ian has made an impression! Let me
look. You see that girl at the other
end Of the table,"
THE one with carnations in her
hair? Yes, you must certainly intro
duce me-"
The girl laughed delightedly.
81 will-when l know your name.
Does that force you to reveal your
IDENTIFY"
"You have not done So"
"Ah-let me see? Is that compli-
ment, I wonder? Don't tell, please.
It's so nice to balance the possibilities
Of neatly turned phrase. We women
are supposed to live on compliments,
but / think it's ever so much healthier
to cherish a remark whose pretty side
can cheer and its brutal side correct" "
"You are philosopher"
mo, and I don't think I'd like to
be-"
"Why not?"
Because, philosophers always seem
to me weary sort Of people who have
found all their dolls stuffed with saw
dust, and have resolved not to care"
But all philosophers are not stoics. I"
mo, but they have touch of it in
their way Of looking at things. Some
Of them find their dolls are stuffed with
sawdust, and then hunt around for
things to Offset this. They think of
the flexibility Of the dolls, the cheap
ness Of their construction. their free
dom from disease. They're calm. re.
signed, contented. perhaps, but they're
never just glad"
"And you like to be 'just glad'?"
eyes, / do! like to feel thankful
I'm alive, merry with the Joy Of sun
shine, happy with the sense Of singing.
Oh, like to be glad in my heart, not
merely in my head-don't you?"
81 do, indeed" Kennard answered
warmly. But I'm afraid I don't know
the secret Of succeeding. Do you ever
take disciples?"
mot here in the city. Mine Is a
what do you call those PHILOSOPHERS
with lots Of exercise in them?'
"Peripatetic?"
Eyes, peripatetic. But it's too dan
gerous here in the city with trolleys
and cables! And there's nothing tc
see but ugly bricks and pavement: moi
even the skyline Of the buildings"
while in the country"
"You have q chance to live! YOU
can get out in the wind and let 1t blow
your hair about, and breathe down big
draughts Of 1t. You can see colors and
shadows, and hear music and laughter
and run free with the singing and the
mirth of It all. Don't you under
stand?"
"I think I could learn"
The girl suddenly stopped and looked
across the table.
Thank you for checking me with
that ceremonious phrase. I let myself
run on for a moment, quite forgettins
we were at Mrs. Parsons formal din
ner to meet Mr.. Harlan, and that We
hadn't been introduced"
please absolve my idiotic remarks
of any such intention and show youl
belief in my sincerity by running or
again"
mo, I've monopolized the conversa'
tion quite long enough. What are youl
enth usiasms? You have some, haven'
you?" she asked with comic anxiety.
Eyes, think so. Hobbies are en-