The Rising Tide

in January for the Philippin

iss Eliza-"unless it is that he discovered that Miss Payton is not t

d a mitten with hi

too anxious to get him. Meeting him in empty apartments! Perhaps

" Mrs. Childs asked La

wants to hun

he was so atten

e turned

if she doesn't look out," her fathe

is chair. "Fred doesn't need a sti

nd pulled her ear. Afterward he told his wife that Lolly was down by the head: "What's the matter with her, Mother?" he said. His two sons might have failed in their various businesses, or taken to their beds

e's disap

rl of mine trampin

it won't

I'll take her to St. Louis with me that week, so she won't feel she's backed ou

tland has been paying attentio

n's rubber-factory to support Smith, the 'Woman's Candidate'! Much 'supporting' they can do! And the jo

t isn't as if Ellen didn't have plent

g

inds of diseases registered. I don't know what the w

s are more intelligent

about. Thank Heaven, our Laura is as ignorant as a baby! Or, if Fred is so bent on reforming things, let her have a Sunday-school class," said Mr. Childs, puffing and scowling. "L

e away," Mrs. C

fellow! I'd want a woman, not a man in petticoats. But if he does get on her track again, tell her to take

the most foolish man

on that expedition, F

rch me," sai

to himself. (Alas![Pg 119] shooting ducks on the marshes had not helped him!) He had droppe

which, as the winter thawed and drizzled into spring, flagged very much. "And the office rent goes right along, jus

t that idea

ent adorer. Instead, she wailed

she had thought of it. "Give me some tea, Fred," he said; "these questions of high finance exhaust me." Then he asked the usual question, and Fr

said. She took a letter out of

f this is the sort of letter a blighted being write

my life. Tell Laura Childs I saw a shell necklace t

g

shells, which Mr. Weston, ra

had time to read them yet. Tell Laura they use boa-constrictors here i

ts should get a Filipino candidate-"He wouldn't cost so much as the chief of bosses, M

p himself, lately: "And there's no excuse for it," he told himself; "I didn't fall in love, I strayed in-in spite of sign-posts on

one off?" Laura

s," Fred said, astoni

marines. Freddy,

id n

at color are the bridesmaids'

!" said

left town?" Mrs. Pay

g

ell

ght he-you-I mean, I supposed ... F

h," Fred admitt

m," Mrs. Payton t

stion: "Mr. Maitland has gone

I he

lways going away! Why can't they

rtant as we are," Mis

e world, it would be just the sa

e; all the household knew poor Fl

st feeling when he went away had been a sort of blank astonishment. Of c

why? She was certain that he was fond of her. "Did he go because he thought I was so deep in business that I wouldn't bother with him? Or because[Pg 122] he wanted to show me he could

r's perfectly unreasonable wish to go to the theater once a week, besides her regular evening out-"I don't go once a year," Mrs

they would not eat cold mutton in the kitchen; whether Flora wouldn't be a little more cheerful now, for Miss Carter said that the McKnights' chauffeur was making up to her.... Fred was wondering how soon her last letter would reach Howard Maitland; foreseeing his interest in its contents-the news that Smit

Mortimore[Pg 123] is more of a companion t

t," she complained. And Frederica, with a shrug, said that the Christmas debauch was getting worse each year. Then the suffrage parade was discussed. It had taken place the day before, in brilliant sunshine, and on perfectly dry streets, which gr

ed inquired. "Laura gave in to Billy-boy, which was rather

better. To show yourselves

watched the

a thing! And Arthur Weston might

re women in the procession who liked to be conspicuous; but there were others who marched with the consecration of m

dropped my napkin, Flora; pick it up-why d

gone to dig shells

shells? Yes. Funny thing to do, but I believe it's quite the thing for rich young men to a

ent," Frederica

you do because you want to, not because you have to, is

a's lip

any more than a pretty girl needs to be clever"-she gave her granddaughter a malicious glance; "all the same, young Mai

d," Fred said. "He would be too much l

rs. Payton. "You may know what your da

g

hand's turn to earn your living. Mother has never done anything. You are both parasites. Well, I am, too; but there's this difference between us: I am ashamed, and you are not. I am trying to do something for myself. But th

y!" Mrs. Holm

her mother sai

done to earn what you are at this mo

helped herself wildly from a dish Flora had been holding, unnoticed, at her elbow. "Ellen, I simply will not come h

truth," Fred said

pens to meet, and signs indecent petitions, and rants in the public streets to a lot of strikers-why, you are not a lady! You are as plain as a pike-staff; and you have no manners, and no sense, and no heart-you've nothing but cleverness, which is about as attractive to a man

en!" Freder

," Mrs. Holmes said, shrilly, "a man wants

fference to me what men

brains and charm, too! There! That's the truth, and how do you like it? Ellen, why do you h