The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-04-06
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Margery's eyes danced wickedy: sh
snuffed battle afar. Miss CatherwooC
waddling majestically from booth
booth at st. Barnaba's fair, had stoI
ped short at sight OF her, setting he
nose at least an inch higher and snitl
ing audibly. Since they were fellow
church workers II would not do to ga,
Miss Catherwood hated Margery, bu
even since young Warwick had fallel
under Margery's spell the elder lad,
had shown herself spiteful beyon,
words,
All Epplngton laughed at her, O
course covertly. She was In way ID
great lady, owning the biggest house
the handsomest grounds and nearly III,
biggest bank account In the village
Young Warwick's uncle, the major
had a thought more ready money, bu
since he lived modestly, never subscrib
cd to anything In public and gave ava,
by stealth more than half bis income
he was no such parsonage as Mis-:
Catherwood, whose Joy in life was t
I write her name In front Of good
round sum at the head and forefront
I Of every important list.
Margery said audaciously that 1t was
Miss Catherwood's habit to let both
hands know all that even her little fin
ger did. Possibly II was that speech
with the necessary accretions from
mouth to mouth. which first made Ep.
pington's Lady Bountlful so high anu
naughty toward Its prettiest girl.
Margery Lane was easily that and
much more. There was a sweet soul
at the bottom Of her velvet eyes, wit
and spirit a-plenty under her mop OF
floss silk curls. All the finest young
fellows Of the village were her chums
and sworn champions, even to the two
or three who had tried to be something
more. Margery's compelling gayety
shed sentiment as ducks wing sheds
water. Thus she had laughed her would
be swains out OF sighing into a con
sciousness Of what she persisted in
calling their mistakes. When she had
fully persuaded them to take her own
sane view she sent them rejoicing on
the way TO court and marry other girls
Thus In her own way she was easily
as much a power as Miss Catherwood
Otherwise she would not have been
what she was at the fair. Miss Gather
wood was the fairs moving spirit. II
she had dared she would have ignored
Margery. Since she did not dare, she
wisely resolved to make the utmost
possible out Of her enemy. Conse-
quently Margery had the stall which
dispensed impartially candy, cut flow.
ers and literature. The girls chums
had behaved nobly in the matter of
buying, to say nothing Of her lovers,
actual, possible and impossible. Ma.
tor Warwick put himself at the head
Of the impossible, vowing things were
at pretty pass, indeed, when the girl
he had brought up specially for himself
was whisked away from him all In a
wink BY his scapegrace of a nephew.
Melville Warwick, the nephew, had
been Miss Catherwood's protege since
he was In short frocks-this in spite
Of his own smolderlng rebellion. His
mother, gentle half invalid, was de-
voted to Pamela Catherwood, and Mel
Vile never willfully crossed his moth
er In anything. He had worn Gather
wood leading strings with what grace
he might up to the day he was sent
away to college. When he came back
from it to find tomboy Margery a crea.
ture Of infinite and tricksy charm,
withal the one woman In the world for
him, he let 1t be seen he meant hence. ,
forth TO have his own way. Within a
fortnight he had courted Margery open
ly, getting a nay-say, of course, but
Of course, whistling 1t down !
the wind.
I'll give you time to find out your
own mind" he had said. ut may take
two years, but what is that beside Iiv.
ing whole life without your
Now he leaned upon the flower coun.
ter 50 ostentatiOusly rapt in the choice
Of rose that Miss Catherwood had to
speak twice before he answered.
What is It, Aunt Pam? You want a
roseF Let me beg you choose instead .
some Of those choice chrysanthemums.
You see, everybody wants roses, and .
all the flowers ought to go. The chrys-
swamp any woman less
majestic than yourself. A dozen Of the
biggest and hairiest please, Miss Lane. ,
Change? Outrageous! Whoever heard
Of change at fairT"
Il don't want flowers. Keep your !
money, or, II you needs must spend 1t,
come to some Of the sensible tables" /
Miss Catherwood said with what she
meant for q wlthering glance at Mar
gerry, who smiled amiably.
DO take him away, dear Miss Cath,
erwood" she murmured. Il have done
my best to get rid Of him this last hour.
II he stays longer all the rest will hate !
me. You are an angel to deliver me
from such dreadful fate"
"You mean am an angel. Angels are
all masculine. | leave it to the highest |
II that is not true," Melville |
said, standing stock still, his folded |