The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-08-23

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"You know that isn't what I meant.
Manners don't make the man. It's
what you talked about--the trumpery
little social things that you found your
keenest pleasure in talking about. /
don't know what has ever taken you
out to construction camp. / don't
believe you ever did days hard
work in y3tr life before you came to
the Timanyoni."
1t was growing dark by this time,
and the stsw were. coming out. Some
one had TUNED the lights on in the
room the windows of which opened
upon the pFtico, and the young wom-
ans chair WIS so placed thnt he could
still see hk face. She was smiling
rather mofeS arhicably' when she said: /:
"You mustn't take. 1t too hard 1t
isn't you, gfrsonally,s yoH Know; It's
the type. 1--WE met 1t before. didn't
meet any other kind during my three
years in the boarding school; nice,
pleasant young gentlemen. as immacu-
lately dressed as their pocketbooks
would allow, up in all the latest little
courtesies and ea-t,lbie shop talk.
They. were all men, j suppose. but Tn
afraid good many of them had never
found IL out--will never find ii out.
I've been calling It environment; !
don't like to admit that the race is
going downhlll." q '.'
BY this time the sardonic humor was
| pun In full In
was enjoying her keeniy. .,u
go on" he said. 'Thls, is my night
off,"
'Tve said enough; too much, per-
haps. But when you were walking
with mamma, you reminded me so
forcibly of man whom I met just for
part of one evening about year
West. He was one of them. He
drove over from some neighboring
town in his nasty little automobile,
and gave me fully an hour of his valu-
able time. He made me perfectly fu-
rious 7"
poor you! ~ laughed Smith; but he
was thankful that the camp sunburn
and his four weeks ,beard we're safe
guarding. his s'ldentity. "Bnt why the
fury in his case in Aarticulaff's| ~
"Just because. @ppose. VI remem-
ber he told me AeJXpS 1ppt cashier
and that he dqSc ~ Hid Vas quite
hopeless, of cdmSe!sSwNh6ut being
what you would call conceited, you
could see that the crust was so thick
that nothing short Of an earthquake
would ever break It." ~ So ~
''But the earthquakes do come, once
In blue moop,"" he said, still smiling
at her. "I,efs get At, strasght. You
are not trying to tell mo that you
object to decent clothes and good man
ners per Sc, are youT rft,
The colonel was coming out, and he
had stopped In the doorway to light
long-stemmed pipe. The young wom-
an got up and fluffed her hair with the
ends of her fingers-n little gesture
which Smith remembered. Recalling 1t
from the night Of the PARKWAY lawn
party. Il
Daddy wants you, and riIhave to
vanish" she said; .but tn answer
your question before I 80. Types are
always hopeless: it's only the hun
dredth man who isn't. It's great pity
you couldn't go on whipping claim
Jumpers all the rest of your life, Mr..
Smith. Don't you think so? Good
night. Wen meet again at breakfast. |
Daddy isn't going to let you get away
short of a nights lodging. know"
Two cigars for Smith and four pipes |
for the colonel further along, the tall |
Missourian rose out of the split-bot- |
toned chair which he had drawn up TO |
face the guests and raped the ashes |
from the bowl of the corncob into the
palm of his hand.
II think you've got II all now,
Smith, every hist crook and turn OF
1t, and I reckon you're tired enough
to run away to bed.'
Smith took a turn up and down the
stone-fiagged, floor OF the portico with
his hands BEHIND him. Truly, the case
of Timanyoni ditch was desperate:
even more desperate than he had sup
posed. Figuring as the level-headed
bank cashier of the former. days, he
told himself soberly that no man In
his senses would touch Ii with ten
foot pole. Then the laughing gibes of
the hundredth woman--gibes which
had cut far deeper than she had imag-
ined-came back to send the blood
surging through his veins. 1t would
be worth something to be able to work
the miracle the colonel had spoken Of;
and afterward
Colonel Dexter Baldwin was still
tapping his palm absently with the
pipe when Smith came back and said
abruptly:
II have decided. colonel. I'll start in
with you tomorrow morning, and Wen
pull this mired seAeaae. of SsaEs-evt
Of the mud, or 1qf'btea h leg e@trssAEsf'
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