The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-04-03

idea you might expect him TO have,
something ornamental and impracti-
cal. that's all right TO keep in the cup
board and take out and dust, but that
don't do for everyday use. That sort
OF thing IL all very well for girl.
but It doesn't do for a man. It's not
for this world and our times. Maybe
1t WAS all right when a Teller went
round in amor. fighting for unknown
damsels. but Il won't go In California
to-day. The woman, was working
woman, she wasn't any green girl.
She earned her living in an Office full
Of men, and guess there wasn't
much she didn't know. She saw
through Dominick and gathered him
In. It's all very we'll to be chivai-
rous, but you don't want TO be a con-
founded fool"
Are you a COMPOUNDED fool when
you're doing what you think right?"
ut depends on what you think right,
honey. II it's going to break up your
life, cut you of from your kind, make
an outcast OF you from your own
folks, and poverty-stricken outcast
at that, you're COMPOUNDED fool TO
think it's right. You oughtn't to let
yourself think so. That kind OF
moral attitude is luxury. Women
can cultivate IL because they don't
have to get out in the world and fight.
They keep indoors and get taken care
Of, and the queer ideas they have
don't hurt anybody. But men"
He stopped. realizing that perhaps
he was talking too frankly. He had
long known that Rose harbored these
Utopian theories on duty and honor,
which he thought very nice and pretty
for her and which went gracefully
with her character as sheltered,
cherished, and unworldly maiden. 1t
was his desire TO see what effect the
conversation was having on her that
made him deal so unceremoniously
with ideals of conduct which We're all
very well for Bill Cannon's daughter
but were ruinous for Dominick Ryan.
III you live in the world you've got
to cut your cloth by it's measure" he
continued. Look at that poor devil.
tied TO a woman that's not going to
let him go IL she can help it, that he
doesn't care for"
How do you know he doesn't care
for herr" The interruption came in
q tone of startled surprise and Rose
stared at him. her eyes wide with ii.
For n moment the old man was at
loss. He would have told any lie
rather than have let her guess his
knowledge of the situation and the in
formation given him by Dominick. He
realized that his zeal had made him
imprudently garrulous, and. gazing
at her with a slightly stupid express
sion, said in low tone OF self justifi-
cation:
We'll, that's my idea. guessed il.
and there and I've come TO the con-
clusion that there's no love lost be-
tween them. It's the natural outcome
OF the situation. anyway"
Yes, perhaps" she murmured. She
placed her elbow on the table and
pressed the tips OF her fingers against
her cheek. Her hand and arm, re-
as II cut out OF ivory
And then" went on her father re-
morselessly, "the results OF being a
COMPOUNDED fool don't stop right there.
That's one OF the worst things of al
lowing yourself the luxury OF foolish
ness. They go on--roll right along
like a wheel started on a down-hill
grade. Some day that boy'll meet the
right woman--the one he really wants.
the one that belongs 70 him. He'll
be able to stand il all right till then.
And then he'll realize just what he's
done and what he's up against, and
things may happen"
The smoke wreaths were thick In
front Of his face. and peering through
them he saw the young girl move her
fingers from her cheek to her fore
head, where she gently rubbed them
up and down.
Isn't that about the size OF II? he
queried, when she did not answer.
"Yes, maybe" she said in a voice
that sounded muffled.
''It'll be a pretty tough proposition
| anu IL DOuuu W HuppSHs n OtteHN
feller like that is just the man to fall
in love. And he'd be good to a WON
an, he'd make her happy. He's a
good husband lost for some nice girl"
Roses fingers ceased moving across
her forehead. Her hand rested there,
shading her eyes. For moment the
old man-his vision precipltated into
! the misunderstood Indebtedness of
Dominick Ryan's position forgot her
and he said in u hushed voice OF feel
! ing:
by Gcd. I'm sorry for the poor
boy!T
His daughter rose suddenly with n
rustling of crushed silks The sound
brought him back in an instant and he
leaned over the arm OF his chair. his
cigar in his left hand. his right wav.
ing the smoke wreaths from before
his face. Roses hand. pressing her
crumpled napkin on the table. shone
pink in the lamplight. her shoulder
cleaned white through its lace cover