Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1917-06-14

Ishingly frank young woman meant.
She had seen his relapse, and was
calmly deriding him for 1t.
"You may pile it on as thickly as
you please" he said, the good-natured
smile twisting itself into the construc-
tion-camp grin. Then, with malice
aforethought: as it one Of the require
ments that your centennial man should
behave himself like q boOr at a din
ner table, and talk shop and eat with
his knife?"
"You know that isn't what meant.
Manners don't make the man. It's
what you talkedA about-the trumpery
little social things that you found your
keenest pleasure in talking about. I
don't know what has ever taken you
out to a construction camp. [ don't
believe you ever did a days hard
work in your life before you came to
the Timanyoni."
It was growing dark by this time,
and the stars were coming out. Some
one had turned the lights on in the
room the windows of which opened
upon the pOrtico, and the young w0m-
ans chair was SO placed that he could
still see her face. She was smiling
rather more amicably when she said !;
''YOu mustn't take It too hard. Il
isn't you, personally, you know; it's
the type. I've met it before. I 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 tea-table shop talk.
They were all men, I suppose, but I'm
afraid a good many of them had never
found it out-will never find it out.
I've been calling it environment: I
don't like to admit that the race is
going downhill."
By this time the sardonic humor was
once more in full possession, and he
was enjoying her keenly.
$50 on" he said '@This is my night
OFF,
I've said enough; too much, per-
haps. But when you were walking
with mamma, You reminded me so
forcibly Of man whom met just for
a part of one evening about q year
ago In small town in the middle
West. He was one OF them. He
town in his natty little automobile,
and gave me fully an hour of his valu-
able time, He made me perfectly fu-
| rious!"
"Poor -ou!" laughed Smith; but he
was thankful that the camp sunburn
and his four weeks beard were safe
guarding his identity. "But why the
fury in his case in particularly
"Just because, suppose. remem-
Der he told me he was a bank cashier
and that he danced. He was quite
hopeless, Of course. Without being
what you would call Snceited, you
could see that the crust was so thick
that nothing short Of an earthquake
would ever break It."
"But the earthquakes do come, once
in blue MOON" he said, still smiling
at her. Lets get 1t straight. You
are not trying to tell me that you
object to decent clothes and good man
ners per Sc, are you"
| The colonel was coming out, and he
had stopped In the doorway to light
long-stemmed pipe. The young WON
an got up and fluffed her hair with the
ends Of her fngers-a little gesture
which Smith remembered, recalling II
from the night Of the far-away lawn
| party.
Daddy wants you, and I'll have to
vanish" she said; ''but I'll answer
your question before go. Types are
always hopeless; it's Q1ly the buzz
dredth man VINO isn't. IT'S q gfeat pity