Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1925-05-01

quality, not to be spent freely. She
world, but she beamed upon Muriel
not because she agreed with her but
because, not daring to voice an opin-
ion, she could still love her daughter
for being so healthy and so irreproach-
able.
Muriel considered herself as dedi-
Gated by duty and adaptability to being
woman, and being a woman meant
that her brown hair must be made at
tractive and stable for tennis-a game
| which she executed with good deal
of dash, in a costume designed to
keep freckIes off a milk-white skin.
| Even her forearms were covered in the
| game she took from DeWolfe, who
made rather a botch of his unprac-
ticed play, because just as 1t was
womanly woman's duty to be well ex-
ercised and in fine condition for the
market, so also was 1t her duty to be
milk-white In an evening dress The
same thought made her appear before
Peter in the hedge-walled garden be-
fore breakfast clad in a part wispy
and part fluffy gown, with a basket of
roses hung on one elbow and flower
scissors in the other hand.
you do all things so WELL" said
! Peter with a great delight filling his
| being. There is a thoroughness in
your method which positively upsets
me. l looked at the library in your
study and as far as can see you have
spent your twenty years collecting,
| among others, books on how to do
| things-how to ride a horse, how to
play golf, how to knit, how to cast
| fly, how to speak Italian, how to grow
roses, and who knows what else"
The English girl was sincerely CRATE
full to Peter She said: ITO know the
way, to practice the methods-these
are the sure steps toward results; but
you must not think / take myself too
seriously, as my brother probably told
you. l think 1t is all as nothing com
pared to the skill of being a woman
fit woman-a woman whose one aim
is to be woman"
you have attained it, said Peter, a
little light dancing in his eyes under
his heavy brows as firefies sparkle be-
hind hedge
The girl tossed the ball up and
caught it in her white skirt spread
from knee to knee as she sat cross
legged upon the edge of the Benhams'
lawn This lawn began again after
the interruption of the square tennis
court and rolled gently down to line
of trees at the bottom of the hill that
half hides the little town of Becon
with its nesting red brick houses with
their chimney pots and roofs tempered
by the smoke of Goals on home fires.
They lived peaceably together without
any bold assertions of individuality,
none of them doing any outrage to the
countryside as Peter, contrasting it
with an American town, had said.
Beyond the village We're the chalk
downs where grass was light green
and the heather deeper color and
narrow roads were as white as
marks of crayon, and trees standing
alone were like feathery plumes stuck
here and there into the rolling country
by some giant hand. Somewhere, still
| further on, was the sea into which the
bright sky fell like blue back curtain
fecked with clouds of feathery white
Peter, with half-closed eyes, gazed
out across this magnificence of quiet
space toward the distant backbone of
| chalk ridge where ancient Britons
once drove their cattle into caves and
| Druid priests had once held solemn
rites. He was quite unconscious of
| Muriel's attention fixed upon him
somewhat as faithful dog watches
master; he had been in many of his
own dreams in these ten days and
might we'll be forgiven for failing to
notice that something of violence was
going on within this English girl
whose outlines, like those of volcano,
were still clear and cold against the
sky, exposing nothing of the fires and
steam which may blow their surround
| ings into fragments.
The most that Muriel had ever said
was that Peter was one of the mice
| Americans" a patronizing compliment
| which had made him tell the girl and
| her mother that he was gratified at
that judgment expressed by the bet
ter type of English" He did not know
that by the processes within the Ben
ham sisters lovely head, she had
weighed carefully his physical appear
ance noting his high bronzed forehead.
his straight nose, his lean hard cheeks
and the thin judicial lips which had
been an inheritance of the family ever
since Justice Devote had been paint
ed by Copley. She had judged him as
one would Judge an animal, and salts
fed, had methodically passed on to his
clothes.
Peters clothes are famous for their
charming incorrectness. No one quite
knows how he succeeds in expressing
through some extensively fashionable