Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-25
WALLY JONES

ITS Farquhar Onsett!' groaned "You
can't tell me it isn't
well, he STAYED" she said, tacitly admit
ting it. He didn't go away and sulk; he
didn't drop off into space and vanish; ne
didn't desert me when hardly knew which
way to turn, and was wondering how girls
managed to address hundred thousand en-
velops for eighty cents; he didnt
al suppose IS a feminine privilege to hit
a fellow when he's down. | interrupted
@Of course you are entitled to that; but
"You can't deny you We acted detestably!'
"Bing!" | said.
and were cruel and selfish and horrid to
somebody who really liked you'll
"Bing!' | said.
"And showed that under deceptive sur
face there was nothing but nasty, grudglng,
grouchy, piggy egoisIn!"
"Bing!' | said
"And we're a poor papier mache kind of
friend, with tin heart, who toppled over at
the first little gust that hit his vanity!'
"Bing!7 l said.
"And proved yourself utterly unworthy
of a moments serious regard: just fair
weather person who rushed below and locked
himself in his cabin when the thunder thun-
dered, and the lightning blazed in vivid
streaks over the gloomy and depressing
scene!'
"He cared too deeply. Stella, that was
why ),
bolted and him under the bed!'
"He would have lost, anyway; so what
does it natter
"But Just for the look of the thing-out of
common humanity, you know-he might
have stayed and helped hold up my sinking
form. Besides, | was getting awfully fond
of you, Wally.7
Allow like YOU to tell me that now!"
isn't it the only time | can tell you?
Now that I'm inside a little fence and
marked reserved. mayn't | be frank for
once? Wally, when one is ruined, when one
becomes absolutely dependent on somebody
else. no matter how generous or good, one
turns very readily to a delivercr,-to a SAINT
George with a flaming sword and shining
armor, who rllshcs out of the elevator to save
the maiden on the sixteenth floor
Saint George Farquhar,' said, eying the
ring, "and in the smartest English armor,
braided, and the latest thing in flaming
swordsl'
4 didn't have my choice she returned
ambiguously.
"Or much spirit" | added a thought
you would be above taking the obvious way
out.
Its what women do, Wally. They often
have to.
Even when they don't care for the-well,
for Saint George
That's what | meant Wally."
"You almost make me think that might
have been considered myself. Is it possible
| might have been, Stellar
aren't you rather like prizefighter who
says to another prizefighter, II fight you if
you re positive III win
Il don't see the connection, | replied dis
maly. "The fight is over; it is all in the
past tense now; | am merely a poor devil
leaning over the ropes. and very much flat
tered that one of the principals has condo
seconded to notice me.
Stella looked down at the ring and unused
a moment. well, | kept talking and talk
ing to the dragon, hoping that you would
come" she said at last without raising her
eyes. 1T was awful-lnaking conversation
with dragon, Wally.'
Il am glad | didn't come" | exclaimed
with sudden evaporation Il am thankful
from the bottom of my heart that | didn't
come! | should have thought you cared
that it was not just way out, as you call it..
Surely of all cheats, all lies, that would have
been the very cruelest!'
"Farquhar isn't SO exacting," she an
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