Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-04-14

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to label Amy sweetest and most
seraphic of diminutives."
If you don't like my name" she
began, and then she went of at an
other tangent. Please tell me why
am collection of contradictions.
Brouillard's gaze went past the
shapely little figure in the string ham
mock TO lose itself in the far Timan-
yoni distances.
"You are bundle of surprises" he
said. letting the musing thought mp
into speech. What can you possibly
know about my thoughts? ,"
She made funny little grimace at
him. 1T was contradictions a mo-
ment ago and now it is surprises
Which reminds me. you haven't told
me why | am a collection.
ooh, l can catalogue them if you
push me to it. One minute you are
the Madonna lady that can't recall,
calm, reposeful, truthful, and all that,
you know-so truthful that those child
like eyes of yours would make slut
tering imbecile of the man who should
come to you with lie in his mouth. p"
"And the next Ininute?"
"The next minute you are witch,
laughing at the mans little weak
nesses. putting your finger on them as
accurately as if you could read his
soul, holding them up to your ridicule
and-what's much worse-to his own,
At such times your insight or what
ever you choose to call it, is enough
to give a man fit of seeing things.
Her laugh was like a schoolgirls,
light-hearted, ringing, deliciously unre
strained.
What picture!" she commented
And then: Il can draw better one
of you, Monsieur Victor de Brouil
lard"
DO it," he dared.
Very well, then: Once upon time
it was good while ago, I'm afraid
you were very upright young man
You would cheerfully have died for a
principle in those days, and you would
have allowed the enemy TO cut you VI
into cunning little inch cubes before
you would have admitted that any pig
con was ever made to be plucked.
He was smiling mirthlessly, with the
black mustaches taking the sardoniC
upcurve.
Then what happened?"
zone Of two things, or maybe botl
of them You were pushed out int
the life race with some sort of +;
handicap. l don't know what it was
or is. Is that true?"
He nodded gravely. ct is all tru,
enough. You haven't added anything
more than graceful little touch her,
and there. Who has been telling yol
all these things about me? No
Grizzy~
NO, not Murray Grislow; 1t was tn,
man you think you know best in al
the worldwide is also probably thu
one you know the least-yourself
Good heavens! Am l really such
transparent egoist as all that?''
"All men are egoists," she answered.
calmly. I'm some the ego is sount
and clear-eyed and strong: in other
it is weak-in the same way that pas
sion is weak; it will sacrifice all it ha
or hopes to have in some sudden fur!
of self-assertion."
She sat up and put her hands to hel
hair, and he was free to look away
down upon the great ditch where the
| endless chain Of concrete buckets
added to the deep and widespread
foundations of the dam. Across the
river group of hidden sawmills sang
their raucous song. In the middle dis
lance the camp-town city spread
its roughly indicated streets over the
valley level, the tall chimney stacks
of the new cement plant were rising
and from the quarries beyond the
plant the duh thunder of the blasts
| drifted up.
This was not Brouillard's first visit
to the cabin on the Massingale claim
by many. In the earliest stages of the
valley activities Smith, the Buckskin
| cattleman, had been Amy Massingale s
escort to the reclamation camp-"just
couple o. lockers" in Smiths phrase
and the unconventional attitudes
had done the rest. From that day for
ward the young woman had Hospitality
opened her door to Brouillard and his
assistants, and any member of the
corps. from Leshington the morose,
who commonly came to sit in solemn
silence on the porch step. to Griffith,
who had lost his youthful heart to
Miss Massingale on his first visit, was
welcome.