Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1922-11-08

is. Ina was quite agitated by its
transitiveness as she took to her hus-
band her incredible responsibility.
You know. Herbert" said Ina, ''if
this Mr.. Cornish comes here very
much. what we may expect"
..What may we expect?" demanded
/ Dwight Herbert, crisply.
Ina always played his games, an
swered what he expected her TO an
swer. pretended to be intuitive when
she was not so. said Il know when
she didn't know at all. Dwight Her
Sert, on the other hand. did not even
play her games when he knew per-
fectly what she meant but pretended
not TO understand. made her repeat,
made her explain. 1t was as if Ina
had to please him for, say, living;
but as for that dentist, he had TO
please nobody. In the conversations
of Dwight and Ina You saw the his
torieal home forming in clots in the
fluid wash of the community.
Hell fall in love with Dr. said
Ina.
"And what of that? Little daughter
will have many a man fall in love
with her, / should say"
Yes. but, Dwight, what do you
think of him?"
''What do / think of him? My
dear Ina, / have other things to think
Of"
"But we don't know anything about
him. Dwight stranger So"
''On the other hand" said Dwight
with dignity, 81 know good deal
about him."
With great air of having done the
fatherly and found out about this
stranger before bringing him into the
home, Dwight now related a number
of stray circumstances dropped by
Cornish in their chance talks.
HE has a little inheritance coming
to him-shortly," Dwight wound up.
"An nheritance-really? How much,
Dwight"
"Now isn't that like woman. Isn't
itYr
'T thought he was from a good
family" said Ina.
NY tuCttNAAbAy AtitAt pussy
"Well," she said with a sigh, "I
shouldn't be surprised if Di did really
accept him. young girl is awfully
flattered when a good-looking older
man pays her attention. Haven't you
noticed that?'
Dwight informed her. with an air
of immense abstraction, that he left
all such matters to her Being mar
ried to Dwight was like perpetual
rehearsal, with Dwight's self-impor-
tance for audience.
A few evenings later. Cornish
brought up the music. There was
something empowering in this brown
haired chap against the background
of his negligible little shop. his whole
capital in his few pianos. For he
looked hopefully ahead, woke with
plans. regarded the children in the
street as if. cOnceivably, children
might come within the confines of his
fife rs he imagined it, A preposter-
nls litrle man. And preposterous
store, empty, echoing, bare of wall,
the three pianos near the front, the
remainder of the floor stretching away
like the corridors of the lost He was
going to get a dark curtain, he ex-
planned, and furnish the back part of
the store as his own room. What
dignity in phrasing, but how mean
that little room would look--cot bed,
washbowl and pitcher, and little mir
rOr-almost certainly a mirror with a
wavy surface, almost certainly that.
"And then, you know" he always
added I'm reading law"
The Plows had been asked in that
evening. Bobby was there. They
were Dwight Herbert said, going to
have a sing.
Di was to play. And Di was now
embarked on the most difficult feat of
her emotional life, the feat of remain
ing to Bobby Larkin the lure, the be-
loved lure, the while to Cornish she
instinctively played the role of wom-
anly little girl.
"Up by the festive lamp, every
bodyp Dwight Herbert cried.
AS they gathered about the upright
piano, that startled, Dwightish instru-
ment, standing in its attitude of I'M
rest, Lulu came in with another lamp.
do you need this?" she asked.
They did not need it, there was, in
fact, no place to set it, and this Lulu
must have known. But Dwight found
a place. He swept Ninian's photo
graph from the marble shelf of the
mirror and when Lulu had placed the
lamp there, Dwight thrust the photo
graph into her hands.
"You take care of that" he said.
with a droop of lid discernible only to
those who-presumably- him.
His old attitude toward Lulu had
shown a terrible sharpening in these
ten days since her return.
She stood uncertainty, in the thin
black and white gown which Ninian
had bought for her, and held Ninian's
photograph and looked helplessly
about. She was moving toward the
door when Cornish called:
"See hereI Aren't you going to
sing?"
"What?" Dwight used the falsetto
Lulu sing? Lulu?"
She stood awkwardly. She had
piteous recrudescence of her old
agony at being spoken to in the pres
ence of others. But Di had opened