The Democratic advocate., 1909-07-02
LOVES INTUITION,
Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
gv MARY WOOD.

~ The hum of feminine voices. Un-
rose 4ba green apple boughs the ham,.
der 'A Invention was in full swing.
noeA ,Tovbrick called it hornets nest
As' noferred the doubtful GOODNESS of
.ns @ piazza But, then. she was col
Jug fnrofessor, too superior to appre-
iese The toys Of the younger set,
cn Carew, however, sometimes
s ad with her. This afternoon she
as her face behind book, while girl
n,u toncies carried her far above the
sn %oTing leaves up into the perfect
s" of the July sky. How lovely ma
.uue p was this summer. how full life Of
now delights
M Miss Maybrick's name brought her
,.nL to earth again-Miss Maybrick.
.So one cloud in her sky.
%ob YES she approves OF him." saucy
,,,doa was saying. "She can put up
+dtb his sunburned face, roughened
Sonds and the general boorishness Of
tormer. But suppose at her age
~ man is acceptable. To tell the
18th I have almost reached that con-
S,tion myself in this man forsaken
~nntn And she shook her head in
mock despair.
"Jane agrees with her." some one
oddod little maliciously. "She never
aooms TO mind sharing his attentions
with her"
hook went down with a crash and
angry spots Of scarlet glowed in James
checks as she said defantly: "John
stanton is not boor. He is gen.
Eoman. Just because he scorns to
talk the twaddle that men usually
think good enough for us girls you
vote him q boor. He often makes me
ashamed of the little 1 know, and the
hooks he lends me have opened up a
new world, a world bigger and better
than all the flirting and shams and
heartaches that go to make up So
rietv. 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 whilew
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 1t
q 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 and 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 way Of retailing
old Jokes that made them seem new
and stock of compliments suited
to every age and was therefore greatly
in favor among the guests at the
sleepy old farmhouse. AS BETTING his
pretensionS as a Journalist he ratified
on increasingly about books and litera-
ture. He knew this man and that
book, and, above all, he was one whose
name should some day stand foremost
in the world of letters. The date was
not yet set, but he spoke of ''his novel
mySteriously, even reverently, and his
feminine audience was accordingly i'm
pressed.
More or less unwillingly Jane was
compelled to listen to many Of these
predictions, for "Cousin Alex" at once
developed fondness for her society.
Perhaps certain glances that Staunton
cast in his direction added zest to the
chase. Perhaps 1t was the elusive
fashion in which the girl received his
advances. Certain it is that weeks
time had earned him the very fitting
name of James shadow
Yet to Jane herself each day seemed
to bring more unhappiness. Staunton
came as often as ever, but at sight of
Alex by her side he left the laughing
group to chat with Miss Maybrick in
intimate aloofness. And as the girl
saw the door to the beautiful new
world closing because the hand OF him
who held it open was withdrawn the
pain and weariness Of her old frivo-
lous life seemed almost past bearing.
Her eyes were more wistful than she
knew one evening as she saw a tall,
muscular figure swing up the walk
with the easy, confident stride of the
man who was master of his fate.
Staunton's face softened as he met
them, and, though Cousin Alex Ham
bin was on hand. as usual, he settled
himself on the top step with the air
of man who had come to stay. The
brown eyes were downcast now, but q
shy blush of pleasure still flushed her
cheeks
There was always a visible air of
constraint between the two men, but
aambIin rose manfully to the occa-
sion. Here was a most longed for op-.