The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1923-12-21

TO tnat or some great PUBIC mOnu'
ment. Re had become Il sort Of shrine.
He had taken IN Il glamor. Sam en-
tered the Stateroom almost reveren-
TALLY with something Of the emotions
of a boy going into his first dime mu-
scum.
The exhibit was lying on his back
staring at the roof Of the berth. BY
lying absolutely still and forcing HIM
self to think OF purely inland scenes
and objects he had contrlved to reduce
the green in his complexion to a mere
tinGe. But it would be palteFing with
the truth TO Sa. that he felt debOnair.
| He received Sam with a wan auSterity.
"Sit down. he said. Don't stand
there swaying like that. | can't bear
IT,"
why, we aren't out of the harbor
yet, Surely YOU aren't going to be
seasick already"
II can issue no positive guarantee.
Perhaps if | can keep my mind off it.
| have had good results for
the last ten minutes by thinking stead
IlN vi llit Gdlldl IL. llltIt' NiIb .uS
tace Hignett with enthusiasm, lis n
place for you That is something like
q spot! Miles and miles Of sand and
not a drop Of water a~nyWhere!"
Sam sat down or the lounge.
You're quite right. The great
thing is TO concentrate your mind on
other topics. Why lot for instance,
tell me some more about your unfor-
tunate affair with that girl-Billie
Bennett | think you said her name
was"
"Wilhelmina Bennett. Where on
earth did you get the idea that her
name YVES BiIlie?"
II ha6 a notion that girls called
Wilhelmina were sometimes Billie to
their friends.
81 never call her anything but Will
helmina. But l really cannot talk
about it. The recollection tortures
me"
That's just what YOU want. It's the
counter-irritation principle. Persevere
and you'l soon forget that you're on
BOARD snip at all.
There's something in that" admit
ted Eustace rct!ectiveIy. ITS very
good Of you to be 50 sympathetic anu
Interested"
MY dear fellow anything
that | ear do where did YOU
meet her first, for instance?"
at q dinner :" EuStace Hig.
nett broke off abruptly. He had a
good memory and he had just recol.
lccted the fish they had served at that
dinner-a flabby and exhausted-look-
ing fish, half sunk beneath the sur
face of a thick white sauce.
'And what struck YOU most forclbly
about her at first? Her lovely hair, l
Supposed"
How did you know she had lovely
hairf"
MY dear chap, l naturally assumed
that any girl with whom you fell in
love would have nice hair"
well you are perfectly right. as it
happens. Her hair was remarkably
beautiful. 1t was red :"
Like autumn leaves with the sun
on them :" said Marlowc ecstatically.
"What an extraordinary thing,
That is an absolutely exact descrip-
ton. Her eyes were a deep blue :"
'Or, rather. green"
Blue"
Green. There is a shade OF grees
that looks blue"
what the devil do you know abou;
the color Of her cyes?" demanded Eus-
tace heatcdly. Am | telling you
about her, or are YOU telling me?'
My dear old man, don't get excited
Don't You see | am trying to construct
that girl in my Imagination. 10 visual.
izc her? don't pretend to doubt
your special knowledge, but after all
green eyes generally 10 go with red
hair and there are all shades Of green.
There is the bright green of meadow
grass. the dull green Of the uncut
emerald. the faint yellowish green of
your face at the present moment . :"
Don't talk about the color Of my
face. Now you've gone and reminded
me just when I was beginning to for
get"
"Awfully sorry! Stupid OF me! Get
your mind off II again-Quick What
were you saying? Oh. yes. this girl. !
always think ii helps one to form a
mental picture of people if one knows
something about their tastes-what
sort of thing they are interested in,
their favOrite topics Of conversation,
and so on. This Miss Bennett now,
what did she like talking abOut?"
"Oh. all sorts Of things"
YES. but what?"
well, for one thing she was very
fond Of poetry. 1t was that which
first drew us together"
Poetry! Sans heart sank a
little. He had read Il certain amoun
of poetry at school. and once he had
won a prize for the last line Of a
limerick in II competition in a weekly
! paper, but he was self-critic enough
to know that poetry was not his long
| suit. Still : there was a library on