The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-09-22
METHOD AND A MAID
BY TROY ALLISON.


trunk and watched a squirrel busy on
neighboring branch.
Harrington noticed that she seemed
TO have entirely forgotten his presence
he could not decide whether the sit
uation interested him or piqued his
masculine vanity.
When you have satisfactorily ex-
amined the trees, the squirrel, the wa
ter falling over those stone, and have
formed your opinion concerning the
enhancing horizon" he said in
slightly injured tone, wouldn't you
like to talk to me some?"
None of these things are more in
teresting to me, Diogones, than the
study of you, assure you," her lips
curled with a teasing smile, and
there was touch of fun in her eyes.
Sometimes | almost conclude that l
positively dislike you he said, ami,
ably, taking long puffs at his cigar,
Il never cared much for women-but
in this case there is a stronger ele-
| ment, ] believe it almost approaches
being dislike.
She wriggled her blond head into
q SO41AOA POSS against LAC
| tree trunk and beamed upon him as
| if he had said something truly graft
| flying.
Its an achievement Diogones to
| have inspired you with a strong feel
/ ing of any description-Tm proud of
myself"
You have such a COMPOUNDED way
( of bouncing upon a fellows thoughts
| and holding them up to ridicule-you
| can analyze man as easily as a chem
! list can analyze a patent medicine.
| Didn't you know, Miss Burton, that
women ought to make themselves
! -er-attractive-i uncanny for
them to go in for psychology, analysis
| -er-vivisection."
Attractive? o Diogones-you are
f! awfully lacking in manners-I was
| taking solid comfort and content in
| the belief that the powers that be had
i made northumberland was anus
| ing myself with your so-called vivisec-
| tion--merely as a side issue. l see,
my dear philosopher, that you are not
/ fitted for the gentle ways of polite So
ciety-if it didn't sound slangy, Id
say: Back to your tub 1t was a tub
| that Diogones enjoyed so thoroughly,
wasn't it,"
| He was, by degrees, working him.
self into an exceedingly bad temper.
| Miss Burton, did you know that
blond women had always enjoyed the
reputation of being fools-more or
| less?" he asked, scathingly.
"All of which leads to" she in.
terrupted with elaborate innocence.
''The fact that it's time you de-
cided whether you are going to mar
~ that idiot Darrell or me, we've both
been dangling around you the whole
| summer"
Your climaxes are strong" she
smiled. admiringly, that idiot OAR
rell or-you-Dont you recognize a
! certain similarity to Pope in the way
you construct your sentences?"
Its impossible to make climax af-
ter Darrell" he snorted, sit would be
an impossibility to find a bigger idiot
to name after him."
Everything, dear man, depends up
on-the point of VIEW she pinned on
| her hat, and turned towards the path
leading to the hotel
That afternoon Harrington lay, half
asleep, his magazine over his face, in
the shade of the bushes that grew
| back of the summer house.
''Virginia-you are acting shameful
| ly," he heard Darrell's voice.
Virginia evidently enjoyed the idea
of acting STANDARDIZATION he heard
little ripple of merriment.
But you know, Jack, he really does
need some of the conceit taken out of
him-women have spoiled him so.'
Il think you have tormented him
enough" Darrell insisted. and you
have carried on with me outrageously
l feel party to a fraud. You can't
keep it up much longer, for when
Eleanor comes next week he will soon
find out that I've been engaged to your
sister all along. Why not put him out
of his misery? You know you like
him"
| "Of course I do-and I'm going to
marry him-but he needs little train
ing first"
Darrell rose and started towards the
house. I'm going to finish my letter
to Eleanor" he said. 'Tll leave you
here to finish your book. Shall tell
Eleanor that we'll make it a double
wedding in November?'
Il think he'll make an awfuIly hand
some bridegroom" she said, softly.
Darrell laughed delightfully."-. First
time ever saw you with a real attack,
Virginia. | don't see, to save my soul.
how he's failed to find out that you
care. But as for handsome bride
grooms-TIl have you remember that
Ill be there, myself" and he walked
down the path whistling
Harrington sat up, let his magazine
fall unnoticed to the ground, and
brushed his coat carefully.
His gray eyes were twinkling, as
he crept quietly into the summer
| house