Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1916-08-03

AtoF label Amy sweetest and most
N seraphlc, of diminutives."
Il - III you don't like my name" she
Hbeghh; and Chen she went of at an
other tangent. please tell me why l
Tam collection of contradictions
i, Bropillard's gaze went past the
shapeiy little fgufe7 in the string ham,
'bmock to lose itself in the far Timan-
yoni distances.
"You are bundle Of surprises" he
said, letting the musing thought slip
INTO speech. What cam you possibly
know. about Tny thoughts?"
M Sh3 made funny little grimace at
him, at was contradictions a mo-
ment ago and now it is surprises.
Which reminds me, you haven't told
me why am collection"
ooh, l can catalogue them II you
push me TO It. One minute you are
SiGnIl e ]. + gkt6ii:
calm reposaful. truthful. and all that.
you now--se. truthful that those child:
like eyes Of yours would make a slut
tering imbecile of the man who should
come to you with lie in his mouth"
"And the next minute?"
s"The next anipute yFu are a witch,
Laughing rat yths marty little weak
Enessea1 bgttinE, your ngerE ION them as
accurately as II you could read his
soul. holding them up to your ridicule
and-whats much worse-to his own.
Al such ti@es fyouF insjghtYqpE whht-
ever you choose to AcaffN e. Is enough
to givea man a fit of seeing things"
EiHer laugh Mes 'Tpk@, D. e1sHS@gIrr3.
light-hearted, ringing, deliciously unre-
F 'aDhat SpiStGfel" she commented.
And then: Il can draw a better one
of you, Monsieur Victor de Brouil-
lard" 81
s,f'Do It," he dared.'
BIZ VERY well. then: Once upon time
It-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 up
into cunning little inch cubes before
you would have admitted that any pig
con was ever made to be plucked. u
He was smiling mirthlessly, with the
black mustaches taking the sardonic
upcurve. 49,
Then what happened% -
zone 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 IL was-
or is. Is that true?" "a p.
He nodded gravely. ut 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? Mot
Grizzy?" ofA
mo, not Murray Grislow; It 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 q
transparent egoist as all that?"
"All men are egoists," she answered
calmly. "In some the ego lis 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 Helf-assertion." 80 w =
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 sawmilIs sang
their raucous song. In the middle dis
lance the camp-town city Qcspread
It's 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. 7'>
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. .s
MA CHAPTER VII ENSSM