The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1922-05-10
Pride Isn't
Everything
By CLARISSA MACKIE


g. 1922. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
Clementine Dill watched her aunt's
lying fingers as they flashed in and
out of the scarlet yarn. Miss Emily
Dill was knitting a sweater for Glenn
entine.
Il am glad I chose scarlet" said
Miss Dill, tapping Clem's smooth head
with her ivory needle.
ut is pretty" agreed Glen, dreamily.
1T will give you some color child.
You are as pale as wax berries. I am
going to call on Doctor Brown"
Aunt Emily, pleased" Clementine
looked distressed. l am quite all right,
only l don't get out of doors as much
as l used to; but / will take a long
walk every day after this"
Miss Emily looked intently at the
girl she had reared as her own daugh-
ter. She had always meant well by
Clementine, and they had always been
so happy together in the old red brick
hcuse-happy, that is, until Jerry Lam
ders had come a-wooing.
Jerry Landers? mol" announced
Miss Emily coldly.
"Clementine Dill, Emily Dill's niece?
No!' shouted Ebenezer Landers fierce
ly as he rode toward the plantation of
young spruces that his men were set
ting out on the north slope.
"Why?" asked Clementine, with Won
der in her big blue eyes.
Emily Dill blushed and looked very
handsome with her crown of silver
hair piled high above her still youth
full face. "Why?' she repeated. Be
cause l do not approve of Landers,
and am sure you would not marry in
opposition to my wishes"
Clementine made no reply. Secretly
she believed her aunt's reason was alb
surd-it sounded like a sentence from
some early Victorian novel. She had
always been ar obedient child, So now
she meekly accepted the verdict and
hopefully waited for Emily Dill to
change her mind.
On this pleasant winter afternoon
several months afterward, while Glenn
entine sat by the fire and idly watched
Miss Emily as she knitted the red
sweater that was TO bring color to q
pale girls cheeks, Fate in the prosaic
shape of Augusta Barnes was hurry
ing through the snowy paths to the
Dill house.
you two are cozy as cats and
cream" breeZed Augusta as she swept
into a chair and tossed her cape and
hat to Glen and shuffied her rubbers
off and put them near the hearth to
dry. well, some folks can be happy
and agreeable and others quarrel and
fight-it's Just as the good Lord makes
'em, I %suppose!'
81 suppose so, Gussie. Now, Glen,
my dear, suppose you.bring in Some
tea and cup Cakes ~ RI te4a
the roejn Mrs m
her heagd aI58bprSf
81 may be that" agreed the other
bluntly, 'but you must admit, Emily,
that 1 am interestin'."
Emily Dill's eyes twinkled merrily
and one could see what a pretty girl
years ago by "love's time" you are
interesting, Gussie! Who is it now?
Jake Harry and Betsy?"
"White folks this time, Emily-one
of your old beaux, too. They say
Captain Ebenezer and Jerry have quar-
relied about a girl"
"a girl?" repeated Emily, growing
very white.
"Yes-nOt over a girl. The captain
hasn't looked at a wOman except to
scowl since you gave him the right
about years ago"
you were speaking about Jerry and
some girl" suggested Miss Dill, re-
gaining all her color.
Didn't hear who the girl was
the one who told it to me said they
heard the first of it last September ;
cen jerry wanted to marry some
girl and his father swore he wouldn't
have 1t; said the girls family was a
high-handed, proud, resentful race,
and he would have hone of it. Then
this same person, mind you, heard the
captain and Jerry at it again today
aud Jerry said he was going away and
his father said he would disinherIt
him, and Jerry sputtered out that
money wasn't everything love counted
sometimes and he was going to have
his girl. That's a pretty mess, isn't
it, Emily?"
81 hope it isn't as bad as it soundAr
said Emily pleasantly, as she arose to
open the door for Glen and a heavily
laden tray. II have forgotten how
you like your tea, Gussie," she added
as she resumed her seat and lifted the
old-fashioned teapot.
"Cream and two Jumps of sugar.
My those cakes are good to look at,
Emily" And Gussie plunged once
more into her bag of gossip and drew
forth another tale to regale aunt and
niece as they drank their tea. Just as
she was going down the path Augusta
%,,r,o1 how charm noca Ovpr bpr choi1I.