The evening world., 1915-11-22
risht. the Prus a. Nspsv oc.psns. }
CHAPTER I.
I Lose Mn Temper.


she, indesoribably lovely In her scar
flower face afiame with wrath and he
Tbsn Il occurred TO me had some-
where read or heard that twas mon
strous bad manners TO gape openly at
stranrers. Now. for manners, In
those days, 1 gave scant care. Yet an
unknown something tthat annoyed
as much as II perplexed MOI suddenly
made me averse to the idea that this
little town bred aristocrat should
think me the uncouth and unsophisti-
Gated youth was.
So I contrived to drag my eyes from
hers. and made shift to step past her
along the Beacon Street footpath to
my destination.
But Il seemed I had reckoned with
out my host Cor hostess). For she
halted me at my first move.
'waiti" she commanded. And even
in its anger, her voice rang an sweet
ly clear US q silver bell.
l stopped. involuntarily, NJ the i'm
perlous summons.
"Waitl" she repeated sharply. rs
Boston q bowling wilderness like your
own native woods that you think you
can blunder against a gentlewoman
In Beacon Street, upset the precious
thlngs she Is carrying and then plod
onward without one word OF ex-
cuse7"
II was not looking" I muttered.
bashful as any unbirched schooiboy:
"I did not see you until | CHANGED TO
Jog your shoulder with my swinging
elbow In passing and
n
first winter roses Boston ever saw!
she caught me up. The roses Sir
William Howe himself sent me this
morning. Yes. aud my COMMIT box OF
Milan porcelain! There Is not suei
another In the colonies"
We'll" growled |, glancing down al
the shattered box and bedraBsiei
roses, its done. Why make such
pcther over it?"
"whatg" she gasped. as though
doubling her own ears.
IL say" repeated l still more sui
emily. why make such fuss over a
handful Of weeds and few bits OF
sugar. As for the china box-if six
pence will make good Its loss. -
"Oh!" she broke In, a little whirl-
wind Of fury. You lout! You trap
per Of the forests! Must you destroy
my pretty gifts--and that without a
word OF civil regret-but you must
also seek to thrust coin upon me
Spend your siNpence on BOOK OF
Polite Manners They are for sale al
the bookstall in MIX Street. And
twill profit you! Or stay out OF Bos-
ton until you have learned the ways oil
civilization"
1--WE be as civilized in my home
at Wilbraham." quoth l holly, As
are you Boston folk. We do not fri
our speech with fal-lals and Spend
our good money for china boxes and
roses. But, for all that, 1t III beht'
YOU TO make mock of my home. Ever
IL we cannot boast n populace Of
1900, as does Boston, we teach oui
women TO hold their tongues and no
rail at their betters."
Their betters?" she repeated
blankly. evidently taken aback by my
sudden torrent OF heavy sarcasm.
Yes, mistress" l retorted, "theil
betters. Is not man ever the superior
Of woman? Doth not ct. Paul say
"Oh," she cried again In impoten
rage, III only one Of my fathers lack,
eys had escorted me abroad this day
He should cane you untiF-
broke into laugh OF homes
amusement.
rupted. lazily nexing the mighty mus
Giles OF my arms and chest, IL met
black bear last year, when Lieut.
Mcrrick's son and ] had robbed he
lair OF Its cubs. Merrick ran at he
onset. I killed her with my mako
hands"
"You didT" she gasped, unwilling
admiration for the instant replacing
wrath In her bright face. Y beiiev
you could. You are n giant"
Then, suddenly catching her breatr
she returned to the attack
"And the bear doubtless bequeathe
10 you her manners" she flashed
Though had she manners such n
yours, she richly merited death. Here
Even bears may be trained by tn
will power OF human being. TAX
your first lesson from me. Pick u
those roses and give them TO me-"
stared at her, bewildcred. In m
farm country II was un unheard Q
thing In those days for woman
dare order man about.
We naturally expected our women
folk TO wait on and otherwise ODE
us. That this slender slip OF a Dos
ton girl should give me orders
"Pick up my roses!" she command
ed again. EVERY one of them. An
hand them to me-"
"Do you take me for n slave?"
,roared. all at once finding my vote
and my dared wits.
Every true man Is a slave b coui
tesy," she returned. gentlema
would have boon RESTORING my scat
tered treasures 20 me ere they fair
touched the ground. and would ha,
overwhelmed me with humble apolt
giles. But" she added, "for the ma
ter Of that. a gentleman would NJ
have been so clumsy as TO knoC
them out OF my
"A gentleman" I Knocked boo
ishly. THANK heaven, am no fol
As for rarlor tricks and pref
speeches, I have sense enough to n
Pnrd them as time wasted. Wher
as"--
Whereas" she caught me u
"they are the divine oil OF life
wheels. But we digress. Pick I
those rosesl"
81 will not!" / snapped. ~ a
no.
"Pick them up"
''Pick them up yourself. II W
value the silly weeds. p
"Pick them up!"
Enough Of this childish foil!
"Ydu win pick >m up. bear!
once Do you heai