The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-06-03
(Continued from last issuel

But though Clarendon Bromfeld
had no doubt Of the issue Of his suit,
the friendship Of Beatrice for this fell
low from Arizona stabbed his vanity.
1t hurt his class pride and his personal
self.esteem that she should take pleas
ure in the mans society. Bee never
had been well-brOken to harness. He
set his thin lips tight and resolved
that he would stand no nonsense Of
this: sort after they were married. If
she wanted to tlirt it would have to be
with. some one in their own set.
Beatrice could not understand her
self. She knew that she was behav-
ing rather indiscreetIy, though she did
not "fnthom the cause of the restless
ness that drove her to Clay Lindsay.
The truth Is TINT she was longing for
an escape from the empty life she was
leading, had been seeking one for years
without knowing it. Surely this round
Of social frivOlitles, the chatter Of
these silly women ana SNUG tailor
made men, could not be all there was
to life. She must have been made
for something better than that.
And when she was with Clay she
knew she had been. He gave her a
vision OF life through eyes that had
known open. wide spices. clean. whole
some, and sun-kssed. He stood on his
own feet and did his own thinking.
Simply, with both hands. he took hold
of problems and examined them
stripped Of all trimmings The man
was elemental, but he was keen and
brOad-gauged. 1t amazed her one day
to learn that he had read William
James and understood his philosophy
much better than she did.
There was III her mind no intention
whatever of letting herself do any
thing so foolish as to marry him. But
there were moments when the thought
of it had a dreadful fascination for
her. She did not invite such thoughts
to remain with her.
For she meant to accept Clarendon
Bromfield in her own good time and
make her social position in New York
absolutely secure. She had been in the
fringes too long not to appreciate a
chance to get into the social Holy Of
Holes.
A bow-legged little man in cheap,
w:inkled suit with silk kerchief
kuotted loosely round his neck stopped
In front of window where girl was
selling stamps. I
II wanttu see the postmaster" {
"COrrid'yrisht. Takel'vatorthlr door
left" she said, just as though it were
two words.
At that the freckled-face little fellow
his weak mouth. Come again, MAG IN,
please" :
''Corrtd'y'right. Takel'vatorthir' door,
left" she repeated. Next"
The inquirer knew as muC: h as he
did before, hut he lacked tfA/ courage
to ask for an English tran az ton. He
shunled away from the window and
wandered helplessly, s, ,reHL up by the
tide of hurrying PEI ,ble that flowed
continuously into + Ae building and
ebbed out of 1t. IRON. this. he was
tossed into a baf !kwater that brought
him to another window. - :
Il wantta s 4e the postmaster of this
burg" he announced again with a
plaintive chine.
"What about ?"Iasked the man, back
Of thu. sratlng.
1mportant business, tamlgo. Where's
The map dire ftedi him to door upon
winch Vas printed the legend, Super
1htenV mt Of Complaints"
.rt'ell, sir! What can do for your
re man behind the big desk snapped
~, wantta see the postmaster"
"What about"
~ got imDOrtant business with him.