Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-05-17

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"I'm simply tired of all these kids.
1 thought being engaged would scare
off few of them at least"
"They're my friends, honey-Bob."
She paused, and her voice grew frac-
tionally less soft. you'll just have
to stop that jealousy. Why, I've had
boys around me since I was born,
and you'll just have to stop it. It
makes met makes me feel sort of
cheap. Bob; and that's the truth"
"Did it ever occur to you, Anna
belle, that having flock of college
boys around you all the time might
make you cheap in other peoples
eyes?"
He was angry now, and suddenly
so was she.
"Not to decent people! Maybe to
lot Of cold-blooded old Yankees,
but not with the fine Southern folks
that we know!" The receiver clicked
in his ear.
Twenty minutes later, mounting
the notified steps of Bellwether Hall
through the eight-thirty bells gong
ing like bronze kites in the sunshine,
Bob had to laugh. Fighting the Civil
War over again! 1t was amazing,
how childish the whole discussion
with Annabelle had been. It was
amazing how every argument with her
lapsed Immediately into the verbal
tongue pokings and choked angers of
childhood. AS he took his chair be-
hind the rather magisterial desk, and
looked out at the sea of detached
faces of young men who were probab-
ly totally unprepared, he felt gush
of clear, cold, irresistible logic: Anna
belle was a willful, spoiled child, and
that was one reason why he loved her.
But he shouldn't let her make a kid
out of him, too. Jealous! There was
quality in her which called his boy
hood back relentlessly.
clipping the pages of Psychology,
Study of Mental Life" by Robert S.
Woodwork, Bob reflected that the
more an emotion is INDUCED, the more
facile becomes it's evocation, and the
more prone the individual to justify it
in his own subconsciousness. He must
not let these primitive impulses rule
a situation in which he was to retain
his adult mastery. One baby-one
volatile, wistful, gorgeous infant of a
wife-was enough for the outset of
any marriage. Jealousy-and of these
upstart puppies who hung around the
Lord house like flies around honey!
1t was absurd. He concentrated on
his students sudden aimed clarity
which BODIED i'll for Lonny Winners,
president Of the sophomore class and
friend of Annabelle's, upon whom
he promptly called; but even as he
conducted his inquisition on Lonny, he
was wondering idly whether Mr.. Wood
worth had ever been jealous, and what,
textbooks aside, he had done about it.
That night as he approached An
nabelle's out of the warm green dark
ness of Ludlow Lane, the big house
seemed positively to romp with mer-
riment. Lights blazed everywhere; a
fan of yellow-of yellow mellow voices
and yellow mellow light-spread out
over the screen of the back porch
from the kitchen door. There seemed
to him then to be dark, callous
hilarity in the heart of Drumgodden.
In Annabelle's heart, he recognized
painfully, too. Something lush, and
hostile to him, and strange. He
knew there was a crowd in the kit
chen. He had started in that way,
but he retraced his steps and entered
by the front door.
Professor Lord, who had red cheeks,
a monstrous frame and family resem-
bled Hindenberg, sat reading Catullus
for relaxation under the lowered par
lor table-lamp. He seemed strong and
old and wise to Bob, who heard An
nabelle's lazy laughter as he walked
through the open doorway.
professor Lord"
ooh. hello, Mr.. Starr" He remov-
ed his glasses after slight entangle-
ment because he could not see at any
distance with them on, and laid Ca
tullus, somewhat reluctantly, face
down over knee. He disliked being
interrupted. Yet he had the patient
benignity Of kennel master who
must suffer the constant frolickings
of his charges.
cts about Annabell, SIR"
"Why, sub, believe we went into
that matter just the other night"