The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-01-12
PART ONE

by the emo or october, with the dis
persal of that foliage which has served
all summer long as q pleasant screen
for whatever small privacy may exist
between American %neighbOrs, we begin
to get our autumn high tides of Cos
sip. At this season of the year, in our
towns of moderate size and ambition.
where apartment houses have not yet
condensed and at the same time
sequestered the population, one may
secure visual command of back yard
beyond hack yard, both up and down
the street; especially if one takes the
trouble to sit for an hour or so, daily,
upGn the top Of a high board fence at
about the middle of a block.
OF course an adult who followed
such a course would be thought Pc
culiar: no doubt he would be subject
to undesirable comment, and presently
might be called upon TO parry sever
g. If, indeed, not hostile inquiries; hut
boys are considered so inexplicable
that they have gathered for them
selves any privileges denied their
parents and elders; and a hoy car do
surl a thing as this to his full content,
without anyb0dy's thinking about it at
all. so il was that Herbert lllings-
worth Atwater, Jr., aged thirteen and
q few months, sat for a considerable
time upon such q fence. after school
hours. every afternoon Of he last week
In October: and only one person par
ticularly observed him or was stimu-
lated TO any mental activity by his
procedure. Even at that, this person
was affected only because she was
Herbert's relative, and of an age sym
pathetic to his-and of a sex antipa-
.hetic.
In spite Of the fact that Herbert II
lingsworth Atwater, Jr., thus seriously
disporting himself on his fathers back
fence, attracted only this audience of
one (and she hostile at a rather dis
tant window his behavior really
should have been considered piquant-
ly interesting by anybody. After climb
Ing to the top of the fence he would
produce from interior pockets a small
memorandum book and a pencil sell
upfb puiNilIS bNND tAlIiNbiNiN' w 49,
mediate use. His expression was
gravely alert, his manner more than
businesslike; yet nobody could have
failed to comprehend that he was en-
joying himself, especially when his at
titude became tenSe-as at times IL
certainly did. Then he would rise, bal
ancing himself at adroit ease, his feet
nvir,nI ono hnfnrn tl,n nfhnr ON tho
inner rail, a foot below the top Of the
boards, and with eyes dramatically
shielded beneath a scoutish palm, he
would gaze sternly in the direction of
some object or motion which had at
tracted his attention and then, having
satisfied himself Of something or other,
ne would sit again and d~ecisively en-
ter a note in his memorandum book.
He was not always alone; he was
frequently Joined by a friend, male,
and, though shorter than Herbert.
quite as old and this companion was
inspired, it seemed, by motives pre-
cisely similar to those from which
sprang Herbert's own actions. Like
Herbert. he would sit upon the top of
the high fence, usually at a little dis
lance from him; like Herbert he
would rise at intervals, for the better
study Of something this side of the
horizon; then. also concluding like
Herbert, he would sit again and write
firmly in a little notebook. And sell
dom in the history of the world have
any sessions been invested by the par
ticipants with so intentional an APP
pearance of Importance
That was what most injured their
lone observer at the somewhat distant
back window, upstairs at her own
place of residence she found their i'm
%portance almost impossible to bear
without screaming. Her ~provocation
was great; the important Importance
Of Herbert and his friend. impressive
~ m%aneuvering upon their fence, was
so extreme as to be all too plainly Wis
fble across four intervening broad
back yards; In fact, there was almost
reason to suspect that the two per-
formers were aware of their audience
and even Of her goaded condition; and
that they sometimes deliberately In
creased the o-utrageousness of their
Importance because they knew she
was watching them. And upon the
Saturday of that week, when the note
book writer's were upon the fence at
intervals throughout the afternoon.
Florence Atwater's fascinated indigna-
ton became vocal.
'vile things I" she said.
Her mother. sewing beside another