Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1907-02-23
. MAID AND
A METHOD
BY TROY ALLISON.

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stretched himself comfortably on
the grass
She leaned back against the tree
trunk and watched a squirrel busy
on neighboring branch
Harrington noticed that she
seemed to have entirely forgotten
his presence, unless there was merely
comfortable consciousness of the
fact that he was there if she needed
him-the knowledge that she had
nothing to fear from a chance tramp
or the everfeared snake possibility.
1t was rather an unusual thing
for a woman to be forgetful Of Har-
ringtonhe could not decide wheth-
er the situation interested him or
piqued his masculine vanity.
"When you have satisfactorily ex-
amined the trees, the squirrel, the
water falling over those stones, and
have formed your opinion concern
ing the enhancing horizon" he said
in slightly injured tone, wouldn't
you like to talk to me some ?"
She took off her hat and laid it
on the grass beside her with a sigh
Of satisfaction.
"None of those things are more
interesting to me, Diogones, than
the study of you, | assure YOU her
lips curlcd with a teasing smile, and
there was a touch of fun in her eyes,
Sometimes | almost conclude
that | positively dislike YOU" he
said, amiably, taking long puffs at
his cigar, 81 never cared much for
women-but in this case there is
stronger element, believe it almost
approaches being dislike.
She wriggled her blonde head into
a more comfortable pose against the
tree trunk and beamcd rnor him as
if he had said something irLly graft
flying.
"It's an achievement Diogones to
have inspired you with strong feel
ing of any description-I'm proud
of myself"
"You have such COMPOUNDED way
of bouncing upon fellows
thoughts and holding them up to
ridicule-you can analyze man
as easily as a chemist can analyze a
patent medicine. Didn't you know,
Miss Burton, that women ought to
make Observation-Disclosures
it's uncanny for them to go in for
psychology, anaIysis-er - vivisec-
ton"
Attractive? 0 Diogones-you
are awfully lacking III manners
was taking solid comfort and CON
tent in the belief that the powers
that be had made me attractive
and was amusing myself with your
so-called vivisection-merely as
side issue. see, my dear philoso-
pher. that YOU are not fitted for the
gentle ways Of polite society-if it
didn't sound slangy, I'd say Back
to your tub 1t was tub that
Diogones enjoyed so thoroughly
wasn't it?"
He was, by degrees, working him.
self into an exceedingly bad temper.
"8liss Burton, did you know that
blonde women had always enjoyed
the reputation Of being fools-more
or less? he asked, scathingly.
"All of which leads to-" she in
terrupted with elaborate innocence
"T'he fact that it's time you de-
cided whether you are going to mar
ry that idiot Darrell or me, we've
both been dangling around you the
whole summer.
"Your climaxes are strong" she
smiled, adniringly, "that idiot Oar
rell or--you- Don't you recognize
a certain similarity to Pope in the
way you construct your sentences
TITS impossible TO make a climax
after Darrell" he snorted, sit would
be an impossibility to find bigger
idiot to name after him"
Everything, my dear man, de-
ponds upon-the point of view" she
pinned on her hat, and turned to-
wards the path leading to the hotel.
That afternoon Harrington lay,
half asleep. his magazine over his
face, in the shade of the bushes that
grew back Of the summerhouse.