The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1916-07-28
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paused refiectfvely, continuing.
"Edith's interested in that Lamhorn
boy; he's good looking and not stupid,
but think he's She interrupted
herself with a CHEEKY cutlery: oh.
I mustn't be calling him names. II
he's trying to make Edith like him l
ought to respect him as q colleague"
Il don't understand a thing you're
talking about" Mrs. Vertrees com
planned.
"All the better! Well, he's a bad ",
that Lamhorn boy: everybody's always
known that, but the Sheridans don't
know the everybodies that know. He
sat between Edith and Mrs. Roscoe
Sheridan. She's like those people you
wondered about at the theater the last
time we went-dressed in ballgowns:
bound to show their clothes and jewels
somewhere! She hatters the father.
and % did l. for that matter-but not
that way. ! treated him o~utrageously.."
Mary"
That's what fattered him. After
dinner he made the whole regiment Of
us follow him all over the house. while
he !ectured like a guide on the Pala-
tine. He gave dimensions and costs.
and the whole b'ilin' OF 'em listened as
IL they thought lie intended to make
them Z present OF the house. What he
was V,oudest Of was the plumbing and
that Bay Of Naples panorama in the
hall. He made rs look at all the
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. and everywhere
elsc-and then he made us look at the
Bay Of Naples. He said it was a hun
dred and eleven feet long, but l think
it's Tor And he led us all into the
ready-made library to see a poem
Edith had taken 6 prize with at school.
They'd had 1t printed IN gold letters
and framed In mother-of-pearl. But
tie poem itself was rather simple and
wistful and nice--he read It to us,
though Edith tried to stop him. She
was modest about It, and said she'd
never written anything else. And then.
after a while, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan
asked me to come across the street to
her house with them-her husband and
Edith and Mr.. Lamhorn and Jim Sheri-
dan"
Mrs. Vertrees was shocked. 'Jimv.'
she exclaimed. MARY. please"
"Of course" said Mary. "Ill make
1t as easy for you as / can, mamma.
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr. We went over
there, and Mrs. Roscoe explained that
the men were dying for a drink
though / noticed that Mr.. Lamhorn
was the only u near deaths door on
that account. Edith and Mrs. Roscoe
said they knew I'd been bored at the
dinner. They were EXCEPTIONALLY apollo
getic about It, and they seemed to
think now we were going to have a
good time to make up for it. But l
hadn't been bored at the dinner, I'd
been amused; and the good time at
Mrs. Roscoe's~ was horribly, horribly
stupid
But, Mary" her mother began. rs
is" And she seemed unable to
complete the question.
"Never mind, mamma, I'll say 1t. Is
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr., stupid? I'm
sure he's not at all stupid about bust
ness. Otherwise oh, what right
have I to be calling people stupid be-
cause they're not exactly my kind?
On the big dinner table they had enor-
nous icing models Of the Sheridan
building"
''Oh nor Mrs. Vertrees cried. "Sure-
~ nOt!
Eyes, and two other things Of that
kind don't know what. But, after
all, ] wondered II they were SO bad.
Wen, then. mamma, / managed not to
feel superior to Mr.. James Sheridan,
Jr.. because he didn't see anything out
Of place In the Sheridan building In
sugar"
Mrs. vertrees' expression had lost
nnne Of its anxjs0 and she shook her
~ = vely. - 1oar. dear sll1,s