Middletown transcript., 1906-02-17

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Ithoughtit was Miss Schuyler.
believe have heard her called
that.
Called what? What do you
call her?
| Oh, call her-T call her any
number of things, Just now /
call her an Interpolation.
But somebody or other told me
that she-that you were-w were
engaged, you know.
Not in any serious pursuit, I
assure you.
Nonsense! ! mean to Miss
Schuyler
That would lie a serious pur-
suit.
! The girl in black tapped her
little foot on the rock. Are you?
she asked.
My dear young lady, a summer
hotel is a conservatory of & ssip.
Concerning the tastes which it
attributes to a man there is no
disputing.
If it isn't announced, she icily
responded, / beg your pardon.
1t would appear, answered, to
have been announced quite thor
oughly. But allow me to correct
the proofs If have been en-
gagged to that young woman with
out my knowledge or consent, I'm
sure it couldn't hold in any court
of law. AS for my opinion of
her
I didn task that.
AS for my opinion of her, you
inquired what l called her:
| call her an admirer of Paul Glib
bons. Invectiye cannot go fur
ther..
What? she flashed at me in an
instant.
Good Heavens, child, said I,
surely you don't read his books?
I have never read anything but
the reviews.
That was narrow escape,
then. | replied, but it was an es-
cape. Miss Schuyler has not
been so fortunate. She goes to
Mr.. Gibbons, I fancy, for an ed
ucation in sentiment She needs
it, I added bitterly.
She goes to-Mr. Gibbons?
Heretofore it was to his books.
| looked out over the deserted
links. Now she seems to be i'm
proving her opportunity for per-
sonal instruction.
She girl in black gave the rock
a vicious little dig with her driver
Horrid thing! she said.
Well yes, I agreed, / rather
think him that.
Oh, he
You see, I pursued, l never
could bear literary people. In
the first place, ! added, rising
grandly into the upper air, the
world has place only for the men
who dare and do; it has none for
those who merely dream or write.
Nor have l, in my philosophy. I
always liked that phrase.
She smiled prettily. You then
she asked, are not a dreamer?
At all events, I loftily respond
ed, I never dream of the impos-
sible. Which was true, seeing
that, being healthy sleeper, I
never dream at all.
She let the club slide down the
rock to the ground and clasped
her hands in her lap. Her big
blue eyes were on the distant
sweep Of hill and mountain.
And you really do things? she
asked. Really live in the great
world of action and Of pra ;tical
results?
coughed. Well, you see, /
explained, just as yet there re-
main in me some small room for
further accomplishment. But l
had rather live in the real world,
lead a genuine life--Oh, / was re-
gaining confidence and there
await the knock of Opportunity,
than idle away the precious mo-
ments in a land of phantom. But
about these literary people, re-
verted, seeking terra frma: Ny
first objection to them is their
uselessness. My second is their
absurdities of dress. Why it
should be SO ! don't know, but
their mental dawdling takes on a
physical expression which COM
u a u q q lea itself even te the
bers of their families. The men
themselves are always disgust
ingly unkempt, and their women
are one and all dowdy.
She cast satisfied, and
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