Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-01-26
CYNTHIA'S PERVERSITY.

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tha is becoming far too intimate with
young Eyershed, and it is about as much
use admonishing her as it is to-to--to
try to make duck eat treacle.'
Il have never hazarded either expert
ment," murmmed Mr.. Hardcastle mildly,
gazing at his wife as she sat determined
" stirring her breakfast coffee
"She grows more willful every day."
Mrs Hardcastle continued. ut is past
0 already; YOU and / have almost fin
Iished breakfast and Cynthia has not yet
appeared
"She was up late last night, my dear"
remarked her husband, so she is de
serving of a little license"
so we're we; but we can get down
to breakfast at reasonable hour. Gym
tha is peryerse. she does just the op-
posite to what She is wanted to do She
knows how set we are on her marrying
Sir Arthur"
II don't know that | am so particular
" set on such course Mr.. Hardcastle
corrected After all she will make a
much happier mat-h if allowed to choose
for herself Remember our case, my
dear was by no means your parents
choice. They wished you to marry some.
one much better off than / was"
But | loved you. Dick, and | knew
you'd Get on" murnurel Mrs Hard
castle in softer tones.
NO doubt Cynthia can see more in
GUY Fvershed than you cam Mr. Hard
castle replied IF she cares for him,
ought we not to let her choose for her
self 2"
But it is annoying" cried his wife.
Here is Sir Arthur RiXon. with good
ness only knows how many thousands a
year. ready to let Cynthia walk on him if
she chooses and yet she encourages Guy
Evershed right and left; and what has
he got to offer her? A few unpublished
novels and plays"
Give him the credit that is due to
him. my DEAR" returned Mr.. Hardcastle.
He has had one play accepted and it
was very we'll received; the critics all
refer to him as a coming man."
But he can only make hundreds,
where Sir Arthur has thousands" grum-
bled Mrs Hardcastle, "and it does not
AFTER lhe ldcl lHdl NyHthld - very Iet
verse"
Mr.. Hardcastle did not reply, but be-
gan to study the morning paper; his
wife stared thoughtfully through the
window across the tennis lawn at the
fragrant rose garden. Suddenly a smile
crossed her face and she glanced quickly
at Mr.. Hardcastle.
Dick" she said, Il have an idea. I'll
tell it you later when we are alone
again. | can hear Cynthia coming now.
just note our conversation.
The door opened and Cynthia entered
Her presence brought a sunny breeziness
into the room. Her bright blue eyes had
caught the sheen of the morning sky, her
curly brown hair hung in seeming care
less masses, and the gladness of youth
rang in her fresh young voice.
When she had dutifully saluted her
parents she sat herself at the table, and
asked her mother what there was for
breakfast.
There is bacon and kidneys, Cynthia,
and lemon SOLE" was the reply.
(which shall have?"
II am sure you would like the sole"
said Mrs. Hardcastle
Cynthia deliberated for a moment.
Il think Eli have bacon and Kidneys"
She remarked eventually.
As she assisted her daughter TO the
edibles in question, Mrs. Hardcastle shot
glance of triumph at her husband.
II knew she would have one thing if
recommended the other" Mrs. Hardcastie
said later. as she stood in the rose gar
den with her husband.
she is certainly perverse," Mr.. Hard
castle remarked, staying sundry green
fly as he spoke.
That is just what originated my
idea" cried Mrs. Hardcastle triumphant
lv. "All we need is a little diplomacy
and | am going to use it"
Mrs. Hardcastle smiled as he bent over
a Gloirc de Dijon-lucSily his wife did
! not observe his expression.
I'm going to pretend that | prefer Mir
Fvershed to Sir Arthur" Mrs. Hard.
castle continued. "and the result will be
| that Cynthia will prefer Sir Arthur
Don't YOU think it is diplomatic of me
| Dick"
Rather" replied Mr.. Hardcastle once
more averting his face To conceal another
smile
Mrs, Haldcastie was full of hen
scheme, She was sufficiently wise moi
to display her apparently altered idea,
too much at first. and over week passed
before the first fruits of her diplomacy
were reaped.
You haven't said ANYTHING nasty
about Mr.. Evershed for several days
remarked Cynthia with a cheerful can.
dor
Well to tell the truth. NV dear, 70.
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