Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-05-20
8he Hrgus Daily Short Story
hanson Pride. BY Clarissa Mackie.
copyrighted. 1905 by the Associated Literary Press

Seymour frowned savagely into the.
fire and rumpled his hair with impa-
tent fingers.
IF you would listen to reason" be-
gan Pauline argumentatively, but her
fiance interrupted her.
Reason" he snorted contemptuous-
ly. There is no such word as reason
In woman's vocabulary"
Miss Lamson arose from her seat
and surveyed him with cool hauteur.
You forget yourself. Mr. Seymour
Remember, please, that you have not
now and never will have the right to
address me in that manner / beg you
will excuse me. sir. Good night She
swept from the room while Seymour
stared miserably after her.
Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed, and
Pauline did not return. Then Seymour
got upon his feet, and, taking his hat
and stick. left the house with IA sense
of deep injury. somewhat tempered by
the knowledge that he was entirely in
the wrong. If Polly wanted the dining
room on the south side of the new
hOdoC my NCiS W ldl
ter?
His own wishes were for cool,
shady dining room on the north side of
the house, while the library occupied
the sunny southern exposure. where
Pauline could have blooming plants in
the windows and where he could see
her bright head bending over her sew.
inry xx-hn hr,f :,
WhatSevil spirit had tempted him tc
argue the question with her and to act
| like an unmannerly brute? Now there
would be no home at ALL He turned
| in at the club and spent the evening in
solitary wretchedness.
Miss Lamson made dignified haste tc
her own room. where yshe locked the
door and confided to her pillow thai
Bob Seymour was sour. cross, crab
bed old thing and that she was GLAD
| they would never be married. Upor
| this reflection she sobbed more bitterly
| Finally, when the fury of her brie
mental storm had subsidized she heart
the closing of the front door and tn,
echo Of familiar footsteps on the pave
ment dying into silence
She sat up energetically.
Pauline Lamson. you are littl,
fooI!' she soliloquized. IF Bob want
the library on the south side of tn
house, what difference does 1t make t
you? He has to work in there most o
the day, while the dining room is onl,
used at mealtimes, and 1t doesn't mat
ter where it is. Now there won't b
any library. north or south. nor an
dining room nor anything. for l canno
go back on my word. A Lamson neve
does thatv'
She sobbed herself into a most un
pleasant slumber, which was broke
!! by frequent lapses into wakefulnes
and at last gray morning dawneG
And all the mornings and afternoon
We're gray after that. for Bob Seymou
did not come to sue for pardon. an
neither did Pauline send the little not
which would have brought him repen
ant to her feet.
1t was Seymour pride against Ian
son pride, and SO Love drew his ros
mantle about him and spread his wing
to be about other and more profitab
business.
-
Il came by the new house toda
Pauline, and it is dear!" Emil
Raymond helped herself to anotht
bonbon from the dish on Pauline's te
table and nibbled it approximately.
'.Yesg Paulines voice was fain
and there was a pink flush in eth,
cheek.
'Yesw mimicSed Miss Raymond pc
ulantly. ''Your Indifference is well a
sumed. Polly. dear. but
Emile" said Pauline. with sudds
decision. Il must tell you'll haven
told another soul-that Bob Seymo,
and are not going to be marriedr'
Miss Raymond uttered surpris,
shrek.
Polly Lamson. what do you meal
Why. was talking with Bob not f.