The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1909-07-02
LOVES INTUITION,
A Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
a. MARY WOOD.

ueT Tue green Hppl6 DOu6ub tue uhtu-
mock convention was In full swing.
Miss Maybrlck called 1t hornets nest
and preferred the doubtful GOODNESS of
the piazza But, then. she was col
lege professor, too superior to appre-
ciate the joys of the younger set.
Jane Carew, however, sometimes
agreed with her This afternoon she
hid her face behind book, while girl
ish fancies carried her far above the
swaying leaves up into the perfect
blue of the July sky How lovely ma
ture was this summer, how full life of
new delights!
Miss Maybrlck's name brought her
back to earth again-Miss Maybriek.
the one cloud in her sky.
ooh, yes, she approves Of him." saucy
Madge was saying. "She can put up
with his sunburned face, roughened
hands and the general boorlshness Of
farmer. But suppose at her age
any man is acceptable To tell the
truth, | have almost reached that con-
dition myself in this man forsal6en
spot" And she shook her head I'm
mock despair.
"Jane agrees with her" some one
added little mallclously. "She never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her"
A book went down with a crash ana
angry spots Of scarlet glowed In James
cheeks as she said defiantly. "John
Staunton Is not a boor. He Is a gen
tleman. Just because he scorns 70
talk the t'yaddle that men usually
think good enough for us girls you
vote him boor. He often makes me
ashamed Of the little know, and the
books he lends me have opened up a
new world. world bigger and better
than all the flirting and shams and
heartaches that go to make up so
clety. No wonder he likes TO talk TO
Miss Maybrick. She's worth the whole
lot of US when IL comes TO knowing
the things that are worth whilep
The girl stopped short with gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle. "oh. what
have saidY she cried and buried her
face In her cushions.
But Madge's gay voice was tender as
she stroked the brown head. You've
read US lecture. jamie, dear" she
said gently, but fancy we needed II
bit It's horrid TO talk about one OF
your friends the way we talk about
Stanton, and we ought to ask your
pardon. As for Miss Maybrick, she's a
stuck up old thing, and you're ever 80
much nicer than she IN spite OF all she
knows. Just wait till Cousin Alex
comes next week and see the new
world that he opens 10 you. He Is
really literary and writes things for
other people to read"
James face was still hidden. She
was battling to overcome her tears
and even harder 10 drive out OF her
heart the unreasonable Jealousy of the
older woman that somehow had crept
into II, The time had been when she
would have scorned her as a rival but
love had made her humble. Youth and
beauty seemed of small weight 10 cast
into the scales against years of scho-
lastlc training and study,
Cousin Alex came lie was slim.
dapper young man, with an important
manner rather at variance with his
size. But he had way OF retailing
old Jokes that made them seem new
and a stock OF compliments suited
to every age and was therefore greatly
in favor among the guests at the
sleepy old farmhouse As BETTING bis
pretensions as journalist he ratticd
on increasingly about books aud lltera
ture. lie knew thR man and thar
book, and, above an, be was one whose
name should some day stand foremost
in the world Of letters Tho date woe
not yet set. but he spoke of his novel
mysterlously even reperenny, and his
feminine audience was accordingly lm.
pressed
More or less unwlningly Jane was
compelled TO listen 20 many Of These
predictions for Cousin Alox" nj once
developed Q foudness for her society
Perhaps ccrtoia elnuoss thlt Siauntou
cast 10 his direction added zest 20 the
chase Perhaps II was the elusive
fashion ia wbirh tle girl received lie
advances -'oft3iu 1T IS That weeks
time had earned hm tho very Citing
name Of '3ano's shadow
Yet 10 Jane herself each day seemed
to bring mere uuhappiDtss Staunton
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