The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1915-05-10
True Loves
Intuition
A Girl Who Was Able to Read
Beneath the Surface.
BY MARY WOOD.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

Miss MayDrick called IT hornets nest
and preferred the doubtful GOODNESS OF
the piazza. But, then, she was Il col
.ege professor, too superior TO appre-
cate the care free joys of the younger
set.
Jane Carew, however sometimes
agreed with her. This afternoon she
hid Der face behind book, while girl
ish fancies carried her far above the
swaying leaves up into the perfect
blue of the July sky. How lovely ma
ture was this summer, how full life of
new delights,
Miss Maybricks name brought her
back to earth again-Miss Maybrick,
the one cloud In her sky.
''Oh, yes, she approves of him. saucy
Madge was saying. "She can put up
with his sunburned face and rough
ened hands. But | suppose ut her age
any man Is acceptable. 10 tell the
truth, have almost reached that
condition myself in this man forsaken
spot" And she shook her head in
mock despair.
Jane agrees with her." some one
added, a little maliciously. "Sbe never
seems to mind sharing his attentions
with her."
A book went down with crash, and
angry spots of scarlet glowed III James
cheeks as she said defiantly: John
Staunton is not Door. He is a gem
tleman. just because he scorns to talk
the twaddle that men usually think
good enough for us girls you vote him
a boor He often makes me ashamed
of the little know, and the books he
lends me have opened up Il new world,
a world bigger and better than all the
flirting and shams and heartaches that
go to make up society. No wonder he
likes to talk to Miss Maybrick. She's
worth the whole lot OF us when 1t
comes to knowing the things that are
worth whilei' M
The girl stopped short with gasp
as she realized the Mortified hush which
had fallen on the circle. "Oh, what
Z Suld Sit anu ltI
face in her cushions.
But Madge's gay voice was tender as
she stroked the brown head. you've
read us Il lecture, jamie. dear" she
said gently, but fancy we needed it
a bit It's horrid TO talk about one
of your friends the way we talk about
Staunton, and we ought to ask your
pardon. AS for Miss Maybrick, she's
stuck up old thing. and you're ever so
much nicer than she in spite of all she
comes next week and see the new
world that he opens to you. He is
really literary ana writes things for
other people TO read"
James face was still hidden. She
was battling to overcome her tears and
even harder to drive out of her heart
the unreasonable jealousy of the older
woman that somehow had crept into
it. The time had been when she would
have scorned her as a rival, but love
had made her humble. Youth and
beauty seemed of small weight to.cast
into the scales against years of scho-
lastic training and study.
Cousin Alex came. He was a,sllm,
dapper young man, with an important
manner rather at variance with his
size. But he had a way of retailingIold
Jokes that made them seem new and "a
stock of compliments suited to every
age and was therefore greatly in favor
among the guests at the sleepy old
sions as a journalist he ratified on un-
about books and literature.
He knew this man and that book, and
lbove all, he was one whose name
should some day stand foremost in the
world of letters. The date was not yet
set, but he spoke of his novel; mys-
eriously, even reverently, and his'fem-
nine audience was accordingly i'm
pressed.
More or less unwillinglyl Jane was
to listen to many of these
for Cousin Alex ut once
developed IL fondness for her society. |
Perhaps certain glancos that Staunton |
'ass Iii his direction added zest to the
'Ease. Perhaps it was the elusive
ashton in which the girl received his |
advances. Cert; in it is that weeks
inn had ealnel him the very fitting
lame OF James shadow
Yet TO Jane herself each day seemed |
o bring more unhappiness. Staunton
anne as often as ever, but Mt sight of
Mex by her side he left the laughing |
,roup to chat with Miss Maybrick in
Intimate fondness. And as the girl
aw the door to the beautiful new
world closing because the hand of him
Who held it open was withdrawn the
'ain and WEAKNESS OF her old frivo
Gus life seemed almost past bearing.
Her eyes were more wistfnl than she
new one evening as she saw a tall
muscular figure swing up the walk
With the easy, confident stride of the
nan who was master of his fate
itaunton's face softened as he met
hem. and, though Cousin Alex Ham
lin was on hand, as usual. he settled
inself on the top step with the air of
man who had come to stay. The
rown eye5 were downcast now, Us. {,