New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-06-30


my companions long even strokes, the
graceful whirl of her body as she turned
to float her head flung back on her curved
arms in the langud bliss of perfect rcposc
found myself thinking OF the blond girl
out now in the deep water with Tony |
knew her slightly. She was undcniably
beautiful woman; but | had never Ekcl
or trusted her. Yet here was Tony Ware,
ConnOSScur women, with Of being possessed bv
this blond pcrson-and not mndingit Why only last
year had been common talk that he in love with
Elizabeth Lee even to the extent Of desiring matri-
mony. As attempted to fit the pieces Of the puzzle
together in my mind Miss Lee swan toward me. CurlS
Of heavy wet hair blew against her smooth brown
checks Her modest bathing suit could not conceal the
round ShmncSS OF her figure: she was graceful rs
some water sprtc Of old Greece. When she spoke to
me saw that her eyes were blazing
Mr. Walker, / want to ask You something. Let's
rest on the float: I'm tired"
This last statement hardly believed. Any more
spcnddly fit Young person had never behcd. y we
sat on the float, swinging our feet above the water, We
could Ware and his friend on the river side He was
attempting to teach her TO swim, apparently, without
much obvious success. At least il seemed to be
>ary for Tony to do great deal OF coayng and teasing
and that tentative CarcSSing permissible among bathcrs,
order TO keep her than few feet out from the
float. She laughed a great deal She >urpris
ngly graceful in the water for person inexperienced IN
the art OF swimming. Also she was amazingly, daz-
zlingly pretty so that number Of people beside, our
selves were watching her
Plainly Tony had not seen It's: indeed. he seemed 10
have ewes for no one but the blond an IN my heart
was accusing him OF CXCCrabc taste To me this large,
fair Notwithstanding person was, compared with my
little darkcycd lady, like huge box Of bonbon beside
a perfect rose. There people who prefer candy to
roses; but | not one Of them, possibly because
smoking pipe has spoiled my sweet tooth. But Tony
also was addicted to a mccr>chaun, and the more re-
mcmbcrcd the kind OF man believed him to be the
more prcpostcrous seemed the ppscnt situation.
ELIZABETH LEE touched my shoulder with her lin
- hand "Alr. Walker, YOU are a student OF modern
literature and life yourself author, and want your
opinion; | may even want Your counsel. You nave
read Shaw'S Man and Supcrman, haven't YOU;
| had expected a more personal equation than any
propoundcd by the great b. S; 50 icli tiny .N"'h
of Disappointment | confessed, however, that ! Enc"
both the book and the play.
She gave a whimsical little sigh. lncr know YOU
will understand. Mr.. Walker, in my par, Of the world
YOU know I'm Southcrncr there is dcarth OF Ola
maids and plenty Of men, So when first read that
plav of Mr. Shaw's | was hot with Indignation II
might be clever: but it seemed to me libel on woman
hood that the playwright travc-ting my sex ioT
his own amusement that he was simply lying about all
women You scc if the girls play the part OF The pur
e,lcr in Dixie Land neither they nor the men know IT,
had read little Of Darwn.-as | remembered, even
he comedies the passive part in the great bust
ness Of love making, among the lower animal an
when | had finished Man and Supcrman SIMPLY
flung the book aside and told myself that never III the
world would ! 90 10 see the play. she pan.oi q mo-
ncnt and her brown eyes looked lhoughiluAE M"
Il remembered all the proud high -pritcd girls
knew Mr. Walkcr,-girls at home, used t",the most