The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-12-09

time tnat ne has been interesting to n
young and beautiful girl. II is one of
the Elysian emotions. We grow old
and bald. and women are adventures
dismissed from our lives. We know
we do not interest them. We do not
think of interesting them. We become
pantalooned lay-fgures too scared OF
scandal or too confirmed in propriety
to break out of the narrowed way.
There is an age which comes to man.
condition In which he finds himself.
to which he submits IL he have any
morals, and when II comes and when
he submits, the gates are closed upon
fanciful, romantic adventures. II be
has been fortunate, he is content. He
sits at the west window, and his pros
pect Is the sunset. He no longer asks
the great Question of youth: could ]
make that girl like me?"
To me, after that first dinner with
Mrs. Sidney and her daughter, the
ecstacy was romantic folly. Isobel
had captured me. my sense. my ra-
tionality, my judgment, my mild. fancy
and emotions. Beauty and youth alone
are enough to do this for an imagina-
tive young man, and when attractive
aspects of character are back OF beauty
and youth, and when the young man
looks forward to n probability of that
conquerlng circumstance, proplnquity,
he may be excused If his feet lightly
touch the floor. | was captured and
knew 1t after that first dinner-knew
1t, and both loved and dreaded IL. I
was about to make a fool of myself
and be at once happy and a miser-
able fool.
In the exalted state of egoistic emo
tiOns which have outlined, | went to
Mr.. Sidley's room after dinner and sat
with him for two hours. / began to
appreciate how charmingly his life was
decorated. A really rare subtlety of
art was used to bring warm color
into this indomltable but feeble mans
winter of life. did not fully appre-
ciate until later what thought and care
lay behind the unstudied comforts and
sensations Hartley house offered.
Mr.. Sidney was white haired and
very gracious. His manner was a
warm cordiality. 1t was not precise.
1t was robust, but 1t was belignant.
Later saw how his presence pervaded
the place.
We had n cheerful talk. What he
said suggested TO me that my world
could not have been more than a hun
dred years old at the most, and that
his included the period of inorganic
evolution in which the period of or
genie evolution is but a pin prick.
Youth is startled by such conceptions
of life, but had an interesting even
ing.
Before l said good night, Jed came
in with two bottles Of wine. He stood
and looked at me unpleasantly.
arose to go, and Mr.. Sidney said:
II think we shall like each other
At least, hope you will be comfort
able, even happy. And don't be dis
tressed about the wine. don't drink
IL any more. Jed drinks 1t, and / en-
Joy seeing him do It,"
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A whippoorwill was reiterant in the
woods at night, ald its call came from
dark recesses odorous and mystic
riously veiled. Having said good night
to Mr.. Sidney, had gone to my room
with a book from the library. The
night was fresh, sweet-smellIng and
cool. / had read for several hours
when / heard the cut bolt In my door
thrown against the piece of metal
which had been left in the socket.
There was no transom above the
door, and evidently the threshold kept
light from appearing beneath II. had
been reading, as said, for three hours
at least, and whoever tried to bolt me
In had good reason to think / was
asleep.
knew who the person was. 1t was
Jed. Knowing ! was not locked In,
l was undlsturbed and continued read
ing,
Shortly afterward heard woman's
voice in expostulation far down the
hall. 1t arose abruptly to sharp cry.
and had to lay aside my book a1d
expose the fact that my door was not
locked, a thing had not wanted to
do until the secret of its being locked
could be discovered by revealing that
II was not.
| hurried out and down the hall.
Jed had woman by the wrist. Both
of them saw me coming. She released
herself FROM his relaxing grip by a
quick jerk and ran. He stood until /
came up.
"What is the matter?" asked.
''What makes you think anything is
the matterw he asked.
Don't take me for a fool" said.
'"That was Mrs. Sidney who screamed.
You were holding her. II seems to
me 1t needs an explanation"
"Who are you that you need an ex-
planation?" said Jed.
"You are drunk again"
II know am. II that's satisfactory
to my employer, why should II bother
your
at dnubt that n Ia caticfa.so.- -