Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-06-10

u am growing more philosophical,
let us say. There are just about so
many pigeons to be plucked, anyway;
they'd mott II they weren't plucked.
And 1t may as we'll be done here as
on the stock exchange, when you come
to think Of It."
i like you least when you talk that
way" said the young woman in the
hammock, with open-eyed frankness.
do you do it as other men do?-just
to hear how 1t sounds?'
Brouillard, sitting on the top step
Of the porch, leaned his head against
the porch post and laughed.
you know too much--a lot too
much for person Of your tender
years." he asserted. Which names
one more Of the charming collection
of contradictions which your father or
mother or somebody had the temerity
to label Amy sweetest and most
seraphic of .diminutives."
III 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 slip
into speech. What can you possibly
know about my thoughts?"
She made funny little grimace at
him. TT was contradictions a mo-
ment ago and now 1t is surprises
Which reminds me, you haven't told
me why I am collection"
"Oh, I can catalogue them If you
push me to It. One minute you are
the Madonna lady that 1 can't recall,
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?" she prompt
ed.
The next minute you are a 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 man At Of seeing things. ,"
Her laugh was like a schoolgirls,
light-hearted, ringing, deliciously unre-
strained.
What a pictured" she commented.
And then: II can draw better one
Of you. Monsieur Victor de Brouil-;;
lard"
do It," he dared.
VERY we'll, then: Once upon a. time
1t was a 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 up
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?"
"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 graceful little touch here
and there. Who has been telling you
all these things about me? Not
Grizzy?"
mo, not Murray Gris1ow; it was the
man you think you know best in all
the worldwide is also probably the
ono you know the least-yourself."
Good heavens! Am really such q
transparent egoist - all that?"
All men are egoists," she answered
calmly. I'm some the ego is sound
and clear-eyed and strong; In others
1t is weak-in the same way that pas
sion is weak; it will sacrifice all it has
or hopes to have in 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 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 quarrtes beyond the
plant the dull thunder of the blasts
drifted up.
This was not Brouillard's first visit
to the cabin on the Massingalo 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
a 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