Angela's Business

touching his forehead, the other tossing off page after page in high godlike frenzy. On the contrary, the young man at the table yawned, lolled, sighed, scratched his ear

and the clock gazed back, since there was a matter between them this evening, and seemed to say, "Well, are you going to the Re

ugh, this was at once a cogent reason for staying away from the Redmantle Club, and a seductive argument for going to th

author would read over the last sentence he

woman, at twenty-five or thereabouts, finds herself in possession o

upon sharpen up his pencil and char

arge and growing classes of women who simply have no relation to their comfortable old theory. I refer, of course, to the classes of Temporary Spinsters, of Permanent Spinsters, and of Married but Idle-childless wiv

wning at the back of the head of his relative and secretary, who w

ces of his mind, the familiar bare bones of special researches long holding a unique position in his life. The dull General Public, with its economic eye, might yet rate him merely as a private tutor, formerly of Blaines College; the relative and secretary there might judge him only a young man of an unmasculine thin sedentary quality, who myster

n. The young man at the table is scarcely imagined as this sort of authority, viewing Woman crudely as La Femme. As he could not put pencil to paper without revealing, Charles Garrott viewed Woman, never as La Femme, but exclusively as a Question. Himself the New Man obviously, he saw Woman solely as a Movement, meditated about her strictly as an Unrest. When he considere

left us with the sentim

for the first time in ten minutes, a long silence f

, with that alacrity with which a true w

Let a man,' cried Dionysius, cracking walnuts with a sort of splendid sadness, 'but free his eyes from

was a

entleman at the typewriter, wit

believe. Why, what'

e's no sen

know. Modern, epigrammatic

t me see-'cracking walnuts with a sort of splendid sadness.' Good gad,-that can't be rig

tlingly handsome, fine-cut as a cameo, pink and white as a professio

my dear fellow? Go just a

particular story. Fact is, it's me

ied. "'Cracking walnuts with a sort of splendid sadness'-if

a little red "Nothing But Business, Please" sign that hung above his typewriter-tab

ployer resumed h

: "Women as World Builders"). Because she some day would be, or might possibly be, a mother of children, she was set upon a pedestal and left t

s his living. We have long understood that the essential immorality is to get something for nothing. But o

which had been draggin

ut the meat of his mind into the exercise-book, as the moral basis of a great new novel, nothing less. And the truth was that he had no sooner begun the stock-taking process than difficulties appeared, and the present want of ardor made itself felt. Faint doubts and questionings, indeed, knocked at Charles Garrott's mind in these days;

Woman as he, Charles, did. That one was a lady in Sweden. And, reassuringly enough, he had long since not

y his writing, shut his table-

to a meeting of the Redmantle Clu

line with the swingeing sentences he had just been writing in the exercise-book. On the contrary, the young authority was openly inquir

t, desisted from his clacking, and produced a late copy of "The Rider and Driver" from the little draw

gentleman was Charles Garrott's nephew (his half-nephew, to be exact) would necessitate a vast deal of explanatory genealogy. That was a fact, as the family Bibles of the Blensos and Minters clearly proved, but it is a fact that had better

g woman, who flattered herself that she was drowning. Diving too close to avoid her bulk, Charles's relative had struck his head upon a submerged beam which should no

rge should go to the Garrott place in Prince William County; but this proposal had been rejected at once by Uncle George, who protested indignantly that he was a city man. The upshot was that Charles, being the only city relative extant, had invited the Judge to share his third floor here, turning out his young friend and r

10). He had, indeed, as much need of a private chaplain as of a secretary. The peculiarities of the case, thus, often struck and amused him; and th

you are!" said the secretar

, of course, he had had to kill time somehow while waiting for

about this Miss Trevenna? Gad, you know, Charle

modern girl, claiming more Freedom than existed, had too rashly crossed the great gulf, and how, her ente

A sad case-sad, yes-but, my dear fellow, can we allow our girls to run off with other people's husbands? No!

E THE BULWARK

should knock off work for the night, forthwith. But the Judge looked rat

you know. Why not go down and cheer Mrs. Herman u

d irresistibly ros

said he, in his rich voice. "But!-business be

ht, turned down the light in the green-domed lamp on the table, and descended to visit his landlady. That he had small reverence for his half-uncle's New Thinking now became clear. The Judge left the Studio (as he himself had christ