The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-07-26
A Matter Of
temperament
By TRAY ALLISON.
Copyright, 1907, by Homer sprague.

Cynthia's drawing voice could lend
itself to bits Of sarcasm in q way that
would have maddened a less infam-
mabIe person than Roger SOmers.
Roger was envelopesl in scOwl that
made it seem incredible he could ever
have entertained thoughts of being the
JOY of anybody's soul, Cynthia's own
particular soul being beyond the limits
of possibility.
did you-address me?" His cool
ness added decidedly to Cynthia's in
terest. She raised herself in the ham,
mock and arranged the cushions with
the care Of one who is determined to
| get comfort out of life.
Il was trying my voice sweetly. It's
been growing rusty for the last hour"
/ Roger sat stolidly on the doorstep,
! his hack eloquent with offended dig
/ nifty
/ ''Osne labOrS under such an incOnven-
! fence in addressing the back of ones
audience"
The audience, however, kept its eyes
upon distant spot on the lawn, try
( ing to concentrate its mind upon the
exact spot where the driveways met
and wondering why the place didn't
seem the bit Of heaven it had appeared
Il week before upon entering through
that driveway to become one of Mrs.
Keener's guests.
Il feel such an inclination tO-eT-
bNbble, Roger, that if you don't mind L
will continue to put it into sentences
fOr-er-my own entertainment. Do
you mind my saying that never have
seen such bunch of dignity as your
back represents? l cannot, without
making an effort that the warmth of
the day fOTbids, see more of you than
the back of your blue serge coat, u
slight glimpse of profile and the tips
Of your patent feathers where the sun
strikes them
shamelessly cOnvulsed with her own
wit. 1t was clearly evident that Gym
thia was enjoying herself
well, If you are waiting for an an
swer to that psychological problem
you prOp0unded' sat erect, de-
lighted with the alliterative impressive
ness Of his opening remark-'-we can
probably reach the answer with less
difficulty il we 90 about it logically
The statement that am a joy to your
sOul-we will let that remain undis-
puted until it is clearly proved that
you have SOUL"
Cynthia looked at him in frank de-
light, an appreciative smile curving her
lips. She thought it possible the audi
ence might face her soon, so she
changed the cushions and put the rose
colOred one next her face.
You have such beautiful flow of
language, ROger'-there was q sweet
ness in her voice that caused the au-
dience to turn and look at her quickly
to discover the possibility of latent sar-
casm--I often wish l could talk"
Good LOrd"-his fervOr left no
doubt as to his sincerity-':is it really
fact that you have recently lost your
voice? l thought you were merely
joking"
You had sulked for an hour 1
might IS we'll talk to q stone wall as
the back of a serge coat. Now, 1 ad-
NIT cheerfully that 1 have a fiendiSh
temper. You, according TO your own
showing, are never moved by a stron-
ger or less meritOriOus feeling than
righteous Indignation. As for me
Roger, did you ever see NE when 1
was really angry?'
That Cynthia was an adept at facing
an audience no one of her acquaint-
ances would have denied. Perhaps the
possession of an adorable nose and a
fluffy mass of curly hair strengthened
her innate self confidence Anyway,
Roger. having once looked, had feel
ing that he had in some way weaken
led for the fray-nOt that he intend
led giving Cynthia any linking Of the
slight feeling Of modification that
stole over him, but the ruffles fell
around her forearm in u most distract
ing manner.
His eyes sOftened into pity, the poor
girl had had so little opportunity for
learning self control. Taking a course
as a trained nurse had at one time
been her fad-not that she ever expect.
ed to be one, but because a desire for
knowledge and an everlasting pro-
pensity for making experiments seemed
to have been born in her.
Roger in the depths of his soul had
always disapproved of trained nurses.
Her last escapade had completely con-
WINGED him that there was nothing
more unsuited for q woman than such
a profession.
Was there any other circumstance,
he asked himself, that would have
made it seem proper to Mrs. Keeners
household that Cynthia should sit in
that man Harding's room all the morn
ing, administering little doses of med
icine simply because Hardings cold
had given him 4 fever that made him
talk out of his head?
Mrs. Keener or one of the servants
could have given that medicine
Il was sorry not to go rowing with