The San Francisco call., 1913-10-30
BY MAX

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= EPT. 30-The architect has been
y here two days and Of course it
was just my luck to draw a
young man who looks at every
woman he meets, as II anxious to
learn why she has laid off her halo.
Mrs. Allen began making his kind
OF pie before he had removed the
travel stains from his clothes and
Richards-that should live to know
had forgotten how old she is.
And when a woman. Diary, begins
to look at man as if she had for
gotten how old she is, it is time to
view with alarm.
AS for the nurse "You forget" 7
said to her reproachfully. that d.
mensions, drainage pipes, sanitary
conditions, etc. of a house are not in
your line. Your training is to apply
all such architectural knowledge to
the human system
Jealous" a little maliciously.
No. ] was not jealous. I was just
forsaken, that's all Even Manette
hovers around this nice young man,
the pup alone being true to me-
I wouldn't like it if they didn't like
this young man and I don't like it
because they do. There is in every
man a good deal of the primitive, and
no centuries of culture and training
will take it out of him. Whether
living in a cave and ruling with a
club, or the highest salarfed instruc-
tor in the finest school and ruling by
reason of his well trained brain, he
is, when another man comes into his
territory, like bull in field, when
a second bull plunges in.
He resents the presence of tho
new conner and he Immediately begins
to below and paw the earth and pre-
pare for contest of strength.
HIS ONLY FRIEND
October 1.-When I went for my
daily walk to the turn of the lone
some little path into the darkness Of
alonei The experience of starting
off without Manette running to catch
up with me, or Richards looking anx-
iously after me, or the nurse saying
ing manner, or Mrs. Allen calling
from the dining room window that
certainly am making rapid improve
ment, was entirely new and a trif1e
unpleasant
They have all forgotten me-" I was
thinking childishly when I felt some
thing cold poked into my hand. 1t
was the pups nose!
when I get back to town." I said,
sitting on a big log that stretched
along the side Of the path, and ad-
dressing His Dogship, Il am going to
found home for dogs and we won't
let a woman inside the gate
He wagged his tail and then, squat
ting in front of me, gravely raised
his right paw and rested 1t on my
knee, looking me in the meanwhile
with serious eyes. I knew then, as
well as If he had told it to me, that
Mrs. Allen has neglected to give him
his chicken bones since the architect
came; that the nurse no longer says
he is the dearest dog In the world and
that Richards has quite fallen into the
habit of forgetting to pat him on the
head.
AS for Manettel I touched the gay
ribbon bow tied in the back of his
collar 1t hadn't been changed for
two days
Shall we go away" I said to him.
ito some lonely spot in the woods,
and die together"
He pressed his paw little heavier
on my knee and gave low whimper
He was quite resigned to die. and so
was I. Then we turned back toward
the house and found Manette in tears
because the plans for the new house
didn't include a room for the archi-
tect.
I'VE will carry out our mournful
plans tomorrow I said in an aside
to the pup. and he brushed closer to
me to show that he understood.
But after dinner, his consisting of
platefu1 of chicken bones and a
saucer of cream and mine of baked
trout, deliciously cooked vegetables,
creamy biscuits and an excellent
pudding. the tie of sympathy between
us did not seem strong.
HE Is RECONCILED
1t takes suffering to nurture a
spirit of fellowship. The pup no
longer suffered and !, with Manette
on my lap, the pretty nurse in low
/ choir naar by Richards with her