The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-05-08
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none: and, IL you kill excuse the go
tism of the remark, my book has made
me so conspicuous shat whatever / do
is noted and talked about. by and by
our intimacy will get to your wife. and
then there may be trouble. h is
your Wife like? How is it she is V
anywhere with you? Does she never
so out? Doesn't she like going OUT"
Willie, Am | think it's Just as We'll.
She doesn't shine much in q crowd.
She's Il dear, good little omar but
shes more fitted TO he at home"
Usually, Willie would have not
spoken in this way of his Wife. He be
ever much he might be disloyal in a
gentlemaniy way. but, Just then. the
remembrance Of his wife irritated him.
He did not wish To be reminded of her.
She was a nonentity. and he did not re-
spec n%onentities. Hyacinthine was the
wife should come between him and his
celebrated companion struck him as an
impertinence.
My Wife is not i.-ely to hear about
you" he said. land I don't think h
would mind if she did; in fact. 1 don't
mind"
Perhaps no.." said Hyacinthine,
but she might imagine sire had.
she has no Imagination" replied
Strange. growing more irritatcd. She
is not like OH. An. you have a N
YOU a ever have imagined the feel
ings of that neglected You
absolutely convince one that the writer
Is neglected.: that she is suffering. 1
read it through again last night after
l got home, II l confess tina 1t al
most brought tears into my eyes. It's
a wonderful gift. 1 wish 1 could write
in that way"
This vas quite true. Strange felt
that even better han living in tine So
ciety Of celebrities was to be a celebrity
oneself: Hyacinthine had told him
more than once how she came to write
her famous book How her father,
Major General Thoroughbred. being
dead. she had found herself pinched for
dress money. and had written short
the idea Of a neglected woman had
come into her head: how a famous
publishing firm had read 1t and made
her an offer: how she had stipulated
that her name should not appear on
the title page. and how thankful she
"Didn't you cry as YOU wrote it.
Willie asked. leaning forward ii the
cab TO gaz. at her beautiful face.
Almost" admitted Hyacinthine.
In fact. once or twice I did quite"
-. - W. ~ nave ltll IL
so keenly. I suppose there are some
women who lead lives lie that and
suffer I'm that way. Isn't it awful"
1T was Il woman who suffered in
that way suggested the book to me-"
said H%yacinthine.
Poo devil." commented Strange. He
was driving her home to her fiat after
they had been to an orchestral con
! cert. He retained the cab when they
aiishted,
Wont you come in?" asked Hyacin-
thine.
Willie longed to go in and nave an
otie:" CT those cosy little teas by the
freight of which they had shared "a
InGnJ during the past few weeks: but
he had an appointment to keep at q
club in st. James street. and he knew
very vel that once he was seated in
Hyacinthine's drawing ROOM, no an
polntment could drag him out until
long after 1t would be too late. So he
declined regretfully. and watched her
graceful departure into the lift. Then
he %re-entered the cab and told the man
to drive to ST. James street. At the
corner of Sloane street he bought a
newspaper. He turned to the front
page. which contained a batch of liter.
airy notes. He always made 1t his aft.
fair to be well posted in the ti%ttle-tattle
of the book world; it was SO useful IN
conversation.
The first paragraph riveted his at.
tention. $50 the secret is OUT 1t be.
gan: "the author OF The Diary of q
Neglected Woman is no longer anony.
nous. AS ls,s been generally sur.
Eaised. 1t Is the work OF a woman-s