The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1907-05-16

games just as well as boys, or else
they are tlirty and silly. and think one
ought to be always making love to
them.
Love indeed Such rot Wen, |
don't mind telling you that last term.
when | caught Stewart Mills writing a
love-letter to his Cousin Grace. | gave
him the worst licking he'd had in his
life. The cheek of him. You see we'd
allowed him to join our fraternity,
our grand. mysterious society that
some chaps would give their ears to be
allowed to join, only we don't allow 1t
to become too cheap-the Brother.
hood of the Cory Hand'-and one of
the VOWS we have to take is not to let
ourselves be mixed up in any non.
sense with women. We arc all t. be
either detectives, or pirates, or discov-
erers Of unknown countries when we
grow up, and in any of those noble
professions one is sure to come to
grief if one doesn't steer clear of the
women.
No, | never did think much of girls;
and after the episode | am about to
narrate-doesn' that sound grand and
booky?-after the episode | am about
to narrate. you may bet your boots !
think less Of them than ever.
But 1t really did seem as if Marjorie
Verschoyle was more decent than
most of them. She was older, for one
thing-quite grown up; and she could
talk quite sensibly-for girl-about
football and hockey and Golf, and
other things that are really worth talk.
ing about, and she saw me bring a gun
into the garden without shrinking back
and crying out: "Oh! do take care!
Are you sure it isn't loaded?"
SO | wasn't quite so stiff and stand
ofIish with her as | am with most
girls-on principle-and ] explained to
her one or two things about sports
that she had got little muddled with,
and she tried her very best to under
stand, and wasn't really so stupid, for
a girl.
SO | really liked to talk to her, and
you may imagine how disgusted l was
when | came upon her one evening In
the garden with that solemn ass,
Leonard Ashweli, and l do believe he
was talking poetry about the moon
light.
AS | came near, | saw Marjories
Aunt Henrietta coming down from the
house to look for her. Marjorie Verse
hoyle called out to me quite eagerly
to ask what score the football team
had made. No doubt she was tired to
death Of Shelley and the moonlight, and
glad to have little sensible conversa.
tion for change.
"Oh! it's Tommy Braddon," said
Aunt Henrietta. Meanwhile Ashwell
had sneaked off down the shrubberyD
81 am so short-sighted, but | really
thought"
Mr. Braddon is giving me a most
interesting account of the game" said
Marjorie
We had quite a good talk; she
seemed to want to get the taste of
Ashwells poetry and moonlight out of
her mouth; but half an hour after, when
strolled down the garden to have
surreptitious cigarette. blessed if
he wasn't at it again! looking at her as
sentimentally as-as cat at saucer
of cream. But there wasn't much
sentiment after l joined them, you
bet!
Then that Ashwell began trying to
make friends with me-asked me into
his room to have a quiet smoke, and
so on. ! suppose he saw that Miss
Verschoyle thought no end of me, and
so he wanted to get on my right side
But I'm not so easily fooled.
Miss Verschoyle was quite inter
ested to hear that l had been in his
rooms, and asked me heaps of ques
tions about the furniture and orna-
ments, and especially about the photo.
graphs.
Was there one of Miss Disart?' she
asked. Miss Disart was girl who was
staying at our home, too-a handsome
GIRL but not my style, who was max
ing a dead set at Leonard Ashwell.
NO" l told her, there wasn't one
of Miss Disart, but there was a por-
trait on his writing-table that he was
always gazing at when he thought |
wasn't looking"
"What-what was 1t like?" she
asked.
We'll, I think it was an actress"
said (She quite shuddered) "She
had a star in her hair, and stars on
her dress, and great deal of bare
shoulder"
Miss Verschoyle blushed. Fancy
blushing because l talked of an actress
bare shoulder! But l like girls to be
simple, don't you? For us men it's
quite different, but a girl can't be too
simple for me.
And you're sure there isn't one of
Miss Disart?" she asked again.
Sure" | said. I've got one Of her,
though, If you want to see one. Her
brother swopped it with lot of other
rubbish for my old camera"
Look here" said Marjorie conf
dentially, Il wish you would offer to
give it TO him in exchange for the-for