The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1918-06-13

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CRATE. Fall had come. and there was
sharp nip to the air.
swell, what do you think of II as
far as you've gomez" he asked alb
ruptly.
IL think It's fine" she candsdly nd
mitted. I'm enjoying myself 1 like
1t. Don't your"
"As a diversion" he observed
thoughtfully, 81 don't mind 1t. These
people are all very nffable and pleas
ant, and they've rather gone out Of
their way to entertain US. But, after
all, what The dickens does 1t amount
to? They spend their whole life run
ming In useless circles. 1 should think
they'd get sick of it. You will"
Hardly, Billum," she smiled. "We're
merely making up for tNo years of iso-
iation. think we must te remarkable
people that we didn't fleFe like eats
and dogs. For eighteen nf1Nthn. you
know, there wasn't soul to tark to,
and not much to think about except
what you could do If you were soSe
place else"
You're acquiring the atmosphere"
he remarked sardonically, she
thought.
mo; just enjoying myself" she re.
piled lightly.
wei, If you really are" he an
swered slowly, 1--WE may as well settle
here for the winter-and get settled
right away. I'm rather weary of being
q guest in another mans house, to tell
you the truth"
why, I'd love to stay here all win
ter" she said. "But I thought you In
tended to knock around more or less."
but don't you see, you don't partic-
ularly care to-" he pointed out; "apd
1t would spoil the fun Of going any
place for me If you were not interest
ed. And when 1t comes to a show
down I'm not aching to be a bird Of
passage. One city is pretty much like
another to me. Well take run over
to New York. 1 want to get some
books and things. Then Wen come
back here and get a house or a fiat.
tell you right now" he laughed not
unpleasantly, "Tm not going to renig
on this society game. You can play 1t
as hard as you like, until spring. I'll
be there with bells on when IL comes
to a dance. And I'll go to a show
when good play comes along. But ]
won't mix up with lot of silly women
and equally silly she-men, any more
than is absolutely necessary"
"Why, Bill !" she exclaimed aghaat.
swell, amt 1t so2' he defended Ia
lilly. There's Kitty Brooks-she has
certainly got intelligence above the Az
erage. That Lorimer girl has brains
superimposed on her artistic tempeta.
ment, and she uses 'em "a advantage.
Practically all the rest tndt I've met
are intellectual nonentitias- --strong on
looks and clothes and amusing them
selves, and that lets them out. Shucks,
there isn't real man in the lot. May
be I'll run across some people who
don't take a two-by-fOur view OF life
If l stay around here long enough, but
1t hasn't happened to me yet. l must
say that the habitual conversation Of
llitSt DtOplt ElNtS lut pam. 1uut
platitudinous discussion Of the play to-
night, for instance"
"That was droll." Hazel chuckled at
the recollection, and she recalled the
weary look that had once or twice
fitted over Bits face during that
after-theater supper.
Bill snorted.
"Droll. Perhaps" he said. "Bla-
tant ignorance, coupled with a desire
to appear the possessOr of culture, Is
sometimes amusing. But as a general
thing it simply irritates."
you're hard to please" she replied.
He shrugged his shoulders and re-
NAMED silent.
SWELL" he said presently, well take
| that jaunt to New York day after to-
morrow"
He was still sitting by the window
when Hazel was ready to go to bed.
She came back into the room In a
trailing silk kimono, and, stealing