New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1920-09-05
Too C0ntl0 Julia
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By bOOTH HARRINGTON
ILLUSTRATED 81 LUCNzS WOZCO77 HITCHCOCK


relationship to Julia, and lay in
nothing intrinsic with them. True
also, the only reason why they would
have valued his esteem was that he
had reached the age Of twenty-five,
while they had just attained that of
thirteen and were under the con-
slant necessity Of combating the
suppressions which older years
wished to put upon them. These
two were the cousins, Florence At
water and Herbert 1llingsworth At
water, Julia's niece and nephew.
Noble Disseminated between them.
On account of her close consanguin~
ity to Julia he regarded Florence
as holy child, but her impulsive-
ness had invested her, in ncighbor-
hood opinion, with a terror as holy
as her childhood, and Noble strong
ly preferred her cousin, young Her
bert, a much milder and less imagi-
nSClVe CnaT&cLere
THUs, on a sunny afternoon,
having been home to lunch,
after his morning labors, Noble
paused in passing "the Henry At
water house" (young Herbert's
place Of residence) and rather tim
idly began a conversation with this
glamoured nephew. 1t happened
that during the course Of the morn
ing Herbert had chosen life career
for himself; he had decided to be-
come a scientific specialist, an ento-
mologist, and he was now ON his
knees studying the manners and
customs Of the bug inhabitants of
the lawn before the house, and en-
ploying for this purpose a large
magnifying lens, or reading glass"
his discovery of which, in the attic,
coincidentally with his reading a re-
cent Sunday supplement article on
bugs, had led to his sudden choice
of a vocation.
did somebody-ah, have any Of
the family lost anything, Herbert?"
Noble asked in a gentle voice, speak
ing across the fence.
Herbert did not look up, nor did
he relax the scientific frown upon
his brow. "No," he said. "They al
ways are 'losin' things, espesh'ly
Aunt Julia, when she comes over
here, or anywheres else, but I
wouldn't waste my time lookin' for
any old earrings or such. I've got
more important things to do on my
hands,"
Internationally he spoke the high
truth-after his digital researches
in "ant holes," the most important
thing that could have been done on
his hands would have taken him to
soap and running water. But Noble
did not press this point, though it
was indeed obvious. Instead, he
said: "Has your Aunt Julia lost an
earring, Herbert2"
"Her? Well, she nearly always
has lost somep'm or other, but that
isn't bother'n' me any. I got better
things to do with my time" Her
bert spoke without interrupting his
prescriptions or relaxing his fore
head. "Nacher'l history is a little
more important to the inhabitants
Of DOR universe than lot O.
worthless jew'ry, ] guess" he con-
tinued; and his pride in discover
ing that he could say things like
this was so great that his frown
gave way temporarily to a look of
pleased surprise, then came back
again to express an Importance
much increased. He rose, ap-
preached the fence and condescend-
ed to lean upon it. IL don't guess
there's one person in a thousand"
he said, 'that knows what they
ought to know about our inseck
friends"
mo-" Mr.. Dill agreed readily.
II guess that's so. I guess you're
right about that, Herbert. When
did your Aunt Julia lose the ear
ring, HERBERT"
II d. know" said Herbert. "Now,
you take my own father and moth
er: What do they know: Well,
mighty little. They may have had
to learn a little teeny bit about in
seeks when they were in school, but,
whatever it was, they went and for
got it probably long before they
were married. Well, that's no way.
FIR instance, you take a pinchin'
bug: What you suppose my father
and mother know about its posi-
ton in the inseck world?"
"WellP'---- said Noble uneasily.
"Well"----- He coughed and fastened
to add: "But as I was saying, If
she lost her earring somewhere in