Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1922-04-27
CHAPTER-IV-continued.

Well, to resume and go on. There's
the violinist. l mustn't forget him.
But, then, nobody could forget him.
He's lovely: so handsome and distin-
guished-looking with his perfectly
beautiful dark eyes and white teeth.
And he plays-well, I'm simply crazy
over his playing. / only wish Carrie
Haywood could hear him. She thinks
her brother can play. He's travelling
violinist with a show; and he came
home once to AndersonviIle. And I
heard him. But he's not the real thing
at all. Not bit. Why, he might be
anybody, our grocer, or the butcher,
up there playing that violin. His eyes
are little and blue, and his hair is
red and very short. l wish she could
hear our violinist play
And there's another man that comes
to the parties and teas oh, of course
there are others, lots of them, married
men with wives, and unmarried men
with and without sisters. But I mean
another man specially. His name is
Harlow He's a little man with a
brown pointed beard and big soft
brown eyes. He's really awfully good
looking, too. l don't know what he
does do; but he's married. l know
that. He never brings his wife, though /;
but Mothers always asking for her,
clear and distinct, and she always
Emiles, and her voice kind of tinkles
ike little silver bells. But just the
same he never brings her.
He never takes her anywhere. 1
heard Aunt Hattie tell Mother so at
the very first, when he came. She
said they weren't bit happy together,
and that there'd probably be divorce
before long. But Mother asked for
her just the same the very next time.
And she's done it ever since.
I think l know now why she does.
found out, and 1 was simply thrilled.
It was so exciting You see, they
we're lovers once themselves-Mother
and this Mr.. Harlow. Then something
happened and they quarreled. That
was just before Father came.
OF course Mother didn't tell me this,
nor Aunt Hattie. 1t was two ladies.
[ heard them talking at tea one day.
1 was right behind them, and I couldn't
get away, so l just couldn't help hear
Ing what they said.
Pm not sure, anyway, that Motherll
want to get married again. From lit
tie things she says l rather guess she
doesn't think much of marriage, any
way. One day I heard her say to
Aunt Hattie that it was very pretty
theory that marriages were made In
heaven, but that the real facts of the
case were that they were made on
earth. And another day heard her
say that one trouble with marriage
was that the husband and wife didn't
know how to play together and to rest
together. And lots of times I've heard
her say little things to Aunt Hattie
that showed how unhappy her mar.
riage had been.
But last night funny thing hap.
pened. We were all in the library
reading after dinner, and Grandpa
looked up from his paper and said
something about a woman that was
sentenced to be hanged and how q
whole lot of men were writing letters
protesting against having a woman
hanged; but there were only one OF
two letters from women. And Grand
pa said that only went to prove how
much more lacking in sense of fit
ness of things women were than men
And he was just going to say more
when Aunt Hattie bristled up and
tossed her chin, and said, real indig
nantly:
"a sense of fitness of things, in
deed Oh, yes, that's all very vel
to say. There are plenty of men, nc
doubt, who are shocked beyond any
thing at the idea of hanging a woman
but those same men will think moth
Ing Of going straight home and max