The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-04-21

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 a 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 a bundle OF surprises" he
said. letting the musing thought slip
into speech. What can you possibly
know about my thoughts?"
She made funny little grimace at
him. 1t was contradictions mo-
ment ago and now il is surprises
Which reminds me. you haven't told
me why | am a collection"
"Oh, l can catalogue them IL you
push me 10 IL. 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.
And the next minute?"
THE next minute you are witch.
laughing at the mans little weak
nesses, putting your finger on them as
accurately as IL 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 IL, is enough
to give a man a fit OF seeing things
Her laugh was like a schoolgirls.
light-hearted. ringing, deliciously unre-
strained.
What a picture!" she commented.
And then: Il can draw a better one
of you, Monsieur Victor de Brouil-
lard"
do it," he dared.
Very well, then: Once upon a time
it was a good while ago, I'm afraid
you were a 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 up
into cunning little inch cYbes 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?"
"One of two things, or maybe both
OF them. You were pushed out into
the life race with some sort OF a
handicap. | don't know what it was
or is Is that true?"
He nodded gravely. 1T is all true
enough. You haven't added anything
more than a graceful little touch here
and there. Who has been telling you
all these things about me? Not
| Grizzy?"
mo. not Murray Grislow; II was the
man you think you know best in all
the worldwide is also probably the
one you know the least-yourself."
Good heavens! Am / really such a
transparent egoist as all that?"
"All men are egoists," she answered
calmly. I'm some the ego is sound
and clear-eyed and strong; in others
II is weak-in the same way that pas
sion is weak; 1t will sacrifice all 1t has
or hopes to have I'm some sudden fury
OF self-assertion
She sat up and put her hands to her
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 a group of hidden sawmills sang
their raucous song. In the middle dis
tance 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 dull 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" I'm 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.