Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-06-02

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TO label Amy sweetest and most
seraphic Of diminutiyes
If you don't like my name she
began, and then she went OIL at an.
other tangent Please tell me why
am collection Of contradictions,
Brouillards 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
MIN 1t was contradictions a mo.
ment ago and now it is surprises.
which reminds me. you haven't told
me why | am collection"
oh, | can catalogue them II Won
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.
Ike eyes of yours would make a slut.
tering imbecile of the man who should
come to you with a lie in his mouth"
And the next minute?"
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 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 better one |
of you, Monsieur Victor de Brouil. |
lard"
DO it, he dared.
Very we'll then: Once upon a time
1t was good while ago, I'm afraid
you were very upright young man.
GU would cheerfully have died for a
in those days, and you would
nave 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 plueked"
lie was smiling mirthlessly, with the
black mustaches taking the sardonic
lpcurye.
Then what happened?"
One Of two things, or maybe both
u them. You were pushed out into
he life race with some sort of a
handicap. | don't know what it was
n is. Is that true?"
He nodded gravely. 1T is all true
nough. You haven't added anything
acre than a graceful little touch here
nd there. Who has been telling Won
Il these things about me? Not
irizzy?"
NO. not Murray Grislow; it was the
ian you think you know best in all
ne worldwide is also probably the
ne you know the least-yourself."
GOOD heavens! Am | really such a
'ansparent egoist as all that?o
All men are egoists," she answered
'imly. In some the ego is sound |
I'D ciear-eyed and strong; in others
is weak-in the same way that pas |
on is weak; it will sacrifice all if has |
hopes to have in some sudden fury |
self-assertion. |
She sat up and put her hands TO her =.
IT. and he was free to look away
Wh upon the great ditch where the
dless chain of concrete buckets If.
ded to the deep and WIDESPREAD or
lndations of the dam. Across the en-
'er group of hidden sawmills sang br
BIT faucous song. In the middle dis.
ice the camp-town city spread an
roughly indicated streets over the m;
lley level the tall chimney stacks GU
the new cement plant were rising hi,
l from the quarries beyond the OIL
ut the dull thunder of the blasts est
fled up. II,
mis- was not Brouillard's first visit ma
the cabin on the Massingale claim be
many. In the earliest stages of the
ley activities Smith, the Buckskin rio
tleman, had been Amy Masslngales sci
ort to the reclamation camp-"iust chs
ouple o lockers" in Smiths phrase ha,
nd the unconventional attitudes "
done the rest. From that day for sell
d the young woman had HOSPITALITY che
ned her door to Brouillard and his int,
stants, and any member of tha "
IS, from Leshington the morosa I'm
commonly came to sit in solemn onl,
nee on the porch step, to Griffith deb
had lost his youthful heart TO g."
Massingale on his first visit was or
come. ~ )
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