The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1916-06-29


"Edlth's Interested In that Lamhorn
boy; he's good-looking and not stupid,
but | think he's" She interrupted
herself with a CHEEKY outcry: "Oh,
mustn't be calling him namesl If
he's trying to make Edith like him l
ought to respect him as q colleague"
81 don't understand a thing you're
talking about" Mrs. vertrees com
plalned.
"All the betterl Well, he's bad lot,
that Lamhorn boy; everybody's always
known that, but the Sheridans don't
know the everybodies that know. He
sat between Edith aud Mrs. Roscoe
Sheridan. She's like those people you
wondered about at the theater the last
time we went-dressed in ballgowns; |;
bound to show their clothes and Jewels
somewherel She flatters the father,
and SO did I, for that matter-but not
that way. treated him outrageouslyw
"MaryW
That's what hattered him. After
dinner he made the whole regiment OF
us follow him all over the house, while
he lectured like guide on the Pala-
tine. He gave dimensions and costs,
and the whole b'illn of 'em listened as
II they thought lie intended to make
them present OF the house. What he
was pI pIoudest OF was the plumbing and
that Bay of Naples panorama In the
hall. He made us look at all the
Observation-Disclosures and everywhere
else-and then he made us look at the
Bay of Naples. He said 1t was hun
dred and eleven feet long, but think
it's more. And he led us all into the
ready-made library to see poem
Edith had taken prize with at school.
They'd had 1t printed In gold letters
and framed in mother-of-pearl. But
the poem itself was rather simple and
wistful and nlce-he read It to us,
though Edith tried to stop him. She
was modest about II, and said she'd
never written anything else. And then.
after a while. Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan
asked me to come across the street to
her house with them-her husband and
Edith and Mr.. Lamhorn and Jim Sheri-
dan"
Mrs. vertrees was shocked. "Jimr'
she exclaimed. "Mary, please"
"of course" said Mary. "Tll make
1t as easy for you as | can. mamma.
Mr.. James sheridan, Jr. We went over
there. and Mrs. Roscoe explained that
the men were dying for a drink,
though | noticed that Mr.. Lamhorn
was the only one near deaths door on
that account. Edith and Mrs. Roscoe
said they knew I'd been bored at the
dinner. They were objectionably apollo
getic about 1t, and they seemed TO
think now we were going to have a
good time TO make up for 1t. But
hadn't been bored at the dinner. I'd
been amused; and the good time at
Mrs. Roscoe's was horribly, horribly
stupid"
"But, Mary" her mother began. SIS
is" And she seemed unable TO
complete the question.
"Never mind, mamma, I'll say 1t. Is
Mr.. James Sheridan, Jr., stupid? I'm
sure he's not at all stupid about busl-
ness. Otherwise oh. what right
have I to be calling people stupid be-
cause they're not exactly my kind
on the big dinner table they had enor-
nous icing models of the Sheridan
building"
"oh nop Mrs, Yertrees cried. "Sure-
ly notp' Ttf1
"Yes, and two other things OF that
klnd-I don't know what But, after
all, | wondered II they were 80 bad.
Well. then, mamma, | managed not to
feel superior to Mr., James Sheridan,
Jr., because he didn't see anything out
of place In the Sheridan building In
sugar"
Mrs. vertrees' expression had lost
none OF its anxiety and she shook her
head gravely. "My dear, dear child" |"