Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-07-04


II heard something in town yester-
day that made me bit uneasy" he
said; Il was told that that dude from
st. Louis has been shining around
here. Begins to look as though there
was a rival in the field" and Jack
GLADDEN. assumed melodramatic air.
mo, sir" she said, sharply, there's
no rival in the field-only your lack
of manners; gentleman wouldn't
talk the way you do"
He had always liked to see her flare
up like this-it was refreshing
break in the monotony of smooth love
making; but, somehow, she seemed
more in earnest now than usual, and
it irritated him.
mo, Grace" he said, II presume a
gentleman wouldn't talk that way,
but man would, when he wants the
girl he loves to turn from the error
of her ways
They were sitting in the shade of
big elm, back of the house. The
day was warm, and the girl famed
herself vigorously with the magazine
she had been pretending to read. Her
face was flushed with something be-
sides the heat, as she replied to his
sarcasm.
Jack, you are always talking about
the girl you 4ove, when, It you only
knew it, you don't love anyone but
yourself. You really make me weary
with your everlasting nonsense" and
the fan moved with accelerated vigor.
1--WE have known each other all our
lives, DEAR" said Jack, in sudden
humility, "and I have loved you ever
since l can remember; do you really
think I am that sort of fellow"
what sort of fellow?" asked the
girl, not looking at him, and she very
carefully examined the advertising
pages of her magazine.
Didn't you just say that am self
ish-don't love anyone but MYSELF"
well, you DON'T she retorted; 'if
you did,, you would talk less and do
something. You are % years old, and
you don't seem to have any ambition
to do anything except work your
mothers 40-acre farm. You have a
good education, why don't you use
it,"
He generally enjoyed these scolding
motherly lectures; now, they stirred
him to bitterness, and he said, with
boyish petulance: II suppose you are
mentally comparing me with Mr..
Henry Souders, the gentleman from
st. Louis"
"You talk like boy, Jack; and I
am afraid you will always be one"
She was 10.
Jack subsidized into sulky, troubled
silence. Above them, in the topmost
branches, a thrush began to sing, in
pure, sweet notes, a love-song to its
mate.
A step was heard on the walk, fol-
lowed moment later by Mr.. Henry
Souders, ''the gentleman from St.
! Louis" Good afternoon said he
hat in hand. II hope don't intrude
They told me at the house that
should find you here, but they, did not
inform me that you had company
and he glanced in deprecatory way
at Jack; but that young man did not
appear to notice him.
| Miss Grace Hadley rose to her feet
'Why, how do you do, Mr. Souders
| Certainly you don't intrude. My
friend, Mr.. GLADDEN., Mr.. Souders.'
Jack acknowledged the introduction
moth awkwardly and rudely. "Glad tc
make your acquaintance" he said
without rising. Grace shot him a
:ook of mingled anger and disgust
What a boor Jack is. She wondered
now she had ever fancied herself in
love with him.
Mr.. Souders, with perfect self-pos-
, session, sas down on a corner Of the
rustic seat, and began making him
self agreeable. "For shade" Re said
there's nothing comparable with the
American white elm" and he glanced
up at the heavy masses Of dark green
foliage overhead.
mo, Pm sure there isn't" &C.
quiesced Grace. Papa says that he
wouldn't take $500 for this tree"
Jack mentally concluded that thu
old gentleman wouldn't. either, ant
he felt like saying SO, but he didn't.
This question Of shade seemed al
important one, and Mr.. Souder'
turned to. Jack: what is your opin
to9/ about it, Mr.. Gladden." he asked
/ flowing to the kind of weather,
was: the reply, and Jack continued t
watch a measuring worm, as i
measured it's way up a blade of grass
Mr.. souders smiled appreciatingly. e
| Mr.. Souders was determined to b.
pleasant. you're a farmer, aren'
you?" he asked. = ,
i, Jack locke up from his worm
Eyes,: sir, / am. * Why" ~:
Grace stirred uneasily in her seat.
Mr. souders, however, had me
country pumpkins before, and smil
ingly replied: Co. nothing, only: ];
thought Is.aaw you blowing In th
field 4near.the sch olhouse as I passe,
yesterday morning ''I%5 ... ss=:..s : ".
Jack felt, somehow, that this we'll
y groomed. city bred chap 49, politel.
making fun Of him alousy, Xix
. 1oYe. ) blind and lack - absurd!