Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1909-07-21
LOVES INTUITION.
4 Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
BY MARY WOOD.

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 Carcw. however. sometimes
agreed with her This afternoon she
hid her face behind book. while girl
Ssh fancies carried her far above the
swaying leaves zip into the perfect
blue OF the July sky. How lovely ma
ture was this summer. how full Fife of
new delights.
Miss Maybrick's name brought her
back to earth a-ain-Miss Maybrick.
the one cloud in her sky.
sOh, yes. she approves of him." saucy
Nadge was saying ''She can put up
with his sunburned face. roughened
hands and the general boorishness of
q farmer. But ] suppose at her age
any man is acceptable. To tell the
truth, have almost reached that CON
iition myself in this man forsaken
spot" And she shook her head in
mock despair.
"Jane agrees with her." some one
added a little maiiciously "She never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her"
A book went down with crash and
angry spots of scarlet clowed liz James
cheeks as she said defiantly: "Iohn
Staunton is not boor. Ee is gen
tleman. Just because he scorns to
talk the twaddle that men usually
think good enough for us girls you
vote him a 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
ciety. No wonder he likes to talk to
Miss Maybrick She's worth the whole
lot of us when it comes to knowing
the things that are worth while,'
The girl stopped short with a gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle -oh, what
have said?'' 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 a lecture. JAMIE. dear" she
said gently. but fancy we needed it
a bit It's horrid to talk about one of
your friends the way we talk about
Staunton, and we ought to ask your
pardon. As for Miss Maybrick. she's
stuck up old thing, and you're ever so
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 to you He is
really literary ard writes things for
other people to read"
James face was still hidden. She
was battling to overcome her tears
and even harder to drive out of her
heart the unreasonable jealousy of the
older woman that somehow had crept
into it. The time had been when she
would have scorned her as rival. but
love had made her humble. Youth and
beauty seemed of small weight to cast
into the scales against years Of scho-
lastic training and study.
Cousin Alex came He was a slim,
dapper young man, with an important
manner rather at variance with his
size. But he had a way of retailing
rold jokes that made them seem new
and a stock Of compliments suited
10 every are and was therefore preatlv
In favor among the guests at the
sleepy old farmhouse. AS betting his
pretensions as a journalist he ratified
Oh increasingly about books and litera-
ture. He knew this man and that
book, and. above all. he was one whose
name should some dav stand foremost
in the world Of LETTERS The date was
NOT vet set hut he smoke of .his novel,
mvsteriouslv. even reverept,v and his
feminine audience was accordingly i'm.
pressed.
More or less unwillingly lane was
complelled to listen TO MANY Of these
predictions for "Cousin Alley" at once
developed a fondness for her society.
Perhaps certain glances that Staunton