Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-08-14
- BY Katharine
NeWLin Burt
Mary or
Heioisc?
Which
Should Win
Unusual Hero?

wy, LUZ IL WuSn untll lne IHunOT
took him up that his practice began
that 1t amt safe for him to go among
the mill -hands-all Of which is some
thing before my day; I was about
eighteen when doctor first came to the
place with his little boy and, anyway,
whatever his own ambitions may have
been, and we can't be sure, for the
secrets of his heart are unknown, we
nre all purfckly sure he wanted Laurie
to match off with Miss Heloise--that
was purfckly apparent to every layer Of
Sluypenkill society. And Laurie and
Miss Heloise were pretty pair OF
friends. too, and quite intimate. Sluy-
penkill society is like a layer cake,
don't you think, Mr.. Kinwydden ?
AS Mary herself says--her name for it,
my 'Grinscoombery' on top"
Q was moved to laughter. That's
mighty fttin' word for It, Mrs. Stop
per. 'Grinscoombery' something
I've been seekin' 'Grinscoombery. I"
Mrs. Shoppers little round face Of
gossip shone with pleasure.
"Grinscoombery's the icing" she
went on, moved by. applause to an
elaboration of her figure, "and then
comes we townspeople, good solid cake,
and below us is n little film in the
shape of newcomers not sufficiently rec
ognlzed, then some more solid stuff,
small shopkeepers and what not, so on
down to the factory and domestic
classes-and they do say that the fac
tory
ITS sure mixin' to me-" @ ad-
mitted, keeps me milin' round"
"Ies,' chuckled Mrs. Stopper, but
you We come along with knife and cut
n slice clean through from icing to
plate. Why. you We got friends clear
down to the little yellow ours that
hang around the saloon on the corner.
saw. you one afternoon. taking one Of
the hotel aitresses-Sophie-t a
movie matinee! / call that democracy.
But 1t won't do you any good at the
manor, young man, take my word for
that. They won't understand it--not
Miss GrinscOombe-at all. You can't
go riding with Miss Heloise one day
and calling on me the next and taking
a waitress to the movies on the third,
and keep your social footing in Sluy-
when are you agoin' to show me
up and smiling at his hostess.
cOombe Manor says, goes. We towns
people don't run against Miss Grins-
coombe's decision, generally speaking"
You got me plumb scairt, ma am :"
"Yes-you'd better be! And how
goes the education?"
Still uphill and down timber and
slide rock
"Oh, must you be going now7"
Il reckon l must" Q's eyes
twinkled. II got date with Sophie. "
She Showed Concern
Mrs. Shoppers face showed genuine
concern. She came close to her tall
visitor and put plump hand on his
arm. Now Mr.. Kinwydden, please
don't be foolish. Eastern ways aren't
Western ways, as nobody knows better
than myself, having an only daughter
wild prairie place where she eats with
the hired men, and as far MS l can make
out, the poor child cooks for them, and
brought up delicate, as / took pains
to teach her the pianoforte and a real
clever hand at bridge she was, too.
Sophie has done enough mischief al
ready, as doctor would be the first to
tell you. All, we'll I'll not tell you the
story, for ! can't give it at first hand
and I'm not the one to gossip, but wish
you we'll, Mr.. Kinwydden, as ali Of MS
do in Sluypenkill, and thank you kindly
for bringin' home Sweetie, he gives me
more trouble than babe-thnt animal
so rowing in his disposition-say, If
dared, I'd christen him-Mr. Huggs :"
And so on down the hall and out Of
the door and from the porch until, hav-
ing passed the gate. Q passed out of
it's own sound on the asile tongue,
o walked in thought. amused and
ouizzical. He was revolving one Of his
aphorisms. "Talkin' makes things ham
pen lust as sure as happeninrs makes
folks talk, It's n plumb tangle," He
further elucidated to himself: Seems
like lives md feelin's gets tied nm TO-
gether when they live too clost Folks
Is like hosses in n crowded corral tbev
foir tramnle on eoch other When vo;,
try to cut one out. il YOU amt careful
som ehodv's likely to 9et hurted nrettv
had"
manle m % .bordered % Street and 'J tnrned I down @
Main Street 70 the hotel where be
nnsscd through n vacant, shaded din.
ing room. in which the usual intense
ACTIVITY of flv.life was subdued 70 a
dim, hazy murmur, through swinging
doors into the pantrv. II was a hare
narrow room and at its far end, near
the single window, stood Sophie, her
hat hanging In her hand. her fore.
head messed against the name. Hc
stood Tor a minute looking at her, and
the expression of his ewes was less
rnarded than usual. and more master :
ful. with SOPHIE. as with few people
~ tb,s 10 uorId be felt entiraly y