Cooper Review (Cooper, Tex.), Vol. 64, No. 18, Ed. 1 Friday, April 30, 1943 Page: 3 of 8
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FRIDAY, APIUL 30, 1943
THE COOPER REVIEW
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DOROTHY CANFIELD~»FEATUREJ
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CHAPTER II
Sjnopii*
k Timothy Hulme, principal of a
F food but impOTeri»hed Vermont
academy, live* a ttudiou* bachelor
existence with only hi* deaf Aunt
Lavinia for company. They take
their meal* at Miss Peck’*, where
other Clifford faculty member*
gather to eat—and usually to
gossip.
Now that the teachers were all
hack a good many people ate
their meals with Miss Peck.
Anyone at that long table was
better company than Mrs Wash-
burn and usually Mr. Hulme sat
down as far as possible from the
tiresome old woman, leaving her
to the latecomers who deserved
what they got.
It was while he was walking
slowly home with Aunt Lavinia
under the flaming October maples
that his mind came bounding up
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fill in the gaps of this outline; professional role of mentor. and no stronger that don’t build
and a good many times after ' "It’s about nature study,” she | their nests at the tip of j
that, when he was holding his said, the quality of her voice branch.’’
newspaper before his eyes he was announcing that she was out of To Be Continued.
telling himself the whole story— patienoe with nature study. “Youi-- -- —-
tho little girl who grew up as fast know the children are supposed Mrs. Bessie Ferguson
this term to learn fifteen birds’ daughter, Miss Zebuline, and G
■m;
*T don’t want you to think . . .”
S-hh4°thel°™p1„iS”‘ht“u ‘?o;1 ,j»* ri
bores by normal people does not lfeould. I?
dome from mere selfish impa-i c-ould br,n? my slster
tience, as moralists would have
time, when she’s here?”
"Any time ye’re free,”
And
some
said
yes,
it, but is based on insight into the 1 *, *ny “m.e ye re,
bore might be justified h„ I ll.keT1(. ?he won t fidget. I can’t
stand fidgeting.” To her the in-
| oident seemed ended. She nodded
facts if one understood them.
which* uTuaVV3annk8rintoSa coma ! Z* l°°k her"nePhev;’s arm" to“go
at the mere sight of Mrs. Wash-
burn. sat up alert as he took the
But he could not of course go
*4. imp*:
wlea'ther, A*rs. Washburn,'” hq'
marked, unfolding his napkin.
She answered eagerly.
Mr. Hulme’s mind swooned for
a time. When it came to, later
on. Mrs. Washburn was saying,
", . . and so I always tell people
it is simply out of the question
for me. Other people can, but I
never could.”
“Oh, Mrs. Washburn, how very
interesting,” exclaimed Mr.
Like a tongue-tied boy, not
word could he find. He opened
his mouth And closed it. Good
heavens, what was there to say?
Everything 'that came into his
head was wrong, would hut pull
to a harder knot the misunder-
standing, he was ashamed to leave,
ashame^l to clear away. Aunt La-
vinia began to move slowly on.
He bowed a little, his hat in his
hand, hut .Susan was turning
bad: towards the house. If she
Hulme, in all sincerity. But he | would only look a't him—once!—
reminded himself that generaliz-
ing from one case is unscientific.
He must listen to her many more
times, to allow for possible var-
iations from the norm. But these
first indications certainly looked
as if his theory about the norm
was correct.
The people around them began
'to push away from the table and
rise heavily from their chairs.
He folded his napkin, allowing
That s what had put me through
the academy and 'the Normal
school. I believe one of the Ash-
ley banks took it over. No, I
don’t think the bank ever found
anybody to buy it. It’s a very
small house and too far from the
valley road to be practical to
farm. It’s the last one on the old
road to the Crandall Pitch.”
To Mr, Hulme it was easy to
as she could to take care of the
house and the younger sister.
After school hours Susan came
to the house to listen to the
gramophone and. as she grew
more familiar, to bring a little
more order into the room where
the gramophone stood. Timothy
was usually in his office in the
academy building But some times
before she had left he came hack
for his ate afternoon reading of
the newspaper. Once as he start-
ed up the stairs she came run-
ning down. He could of course
stopped her then and told her
what he felt he must sav to her
about old Mrs. Washburn. But
he had been able to think of
nothing, as he looked up at her,
save the filmy lightness of her
hair, lifted and spread out cloud-
like by her rapid descent.
"Oh, good evening, Mr. Hulme.”
“Good evening, Susan.”
She passed him with a smiling
nod. The front door opened and
closed. She was gone. Timothy
stood silent, halfway up the
stairs, his hand on the railing.
On one afternoon the week
after this, she herself gave him
an excellent opportunity to tell
her anything he wished, by ap-
pearing, in his office at the hour
he kept open for consultation
with teachers. But she was for
the moment so entirely teacher,
and the question she asked en-
gaged his pedagogical attention
so instantly that he stepped at
once automoatically into his
Mis Hinton Crawford of Hous-
thin ton, who has been visiting her
mother. Mrs. J. W. Crawford,
left for her home Sunday. Mrs.
Crawtford, Mrs. John Woodall
and and Mrs. Jack Williams accoru-
nests and tell the name of the
bird that built each one. They
can’t see what difference it
makes. And neither can I. Hon-
estly, isn’t it just another list of
facts somebody has thought up
for them to memorize?”
He turned his head a little to
one side, looked down thoughtful-
ly, stroked back his hair with his j
right hand and said, “Well, of j
cours to learn just the names of J
things without understanding is I
foolish. I wonder if—well, see j
here, suppose one of the children
should tell the class that a crow 1
was the bird that built the long
oval nest that hangs at the droop-
ing tip of an elm branch? Or that
it was an owl?”
“Anybody’d know better than
that!”
“How so?”
She said tartly. “Why, thofee
birds are too heavy. They have
to make their nests on a strong
branch. And they’re so big and
strong they can keep enemies
away from their eggs without
bothering to hang the nest where
nobody can get at it.”
lie tipped back his chair
and asked, “How’s that for one
answer to your question?”
She looked at him intently
now, following his idea, looked
eagerly for a flaw in his reason-
ing and pounced on it, “Oh, but—
yes, I see what you mean. But,
Mr, Hulme, there are lots of
birds no bigger than an oriole
W. Tharp of Tarrant Field, Fort
Worth, Mips Edrie Tharp of
Camp Maxey and Mrs. S. A
r auiKner and children of Enloe
were guests of Mr. and Mrs. Jim
Tharp Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Boss Moore of
route 1 had as their guests East-
er Sunday Mrs. Carlos Nelms
and son, Roger Dale of Bank,
Mr. and Mrs. Choice Moore and
children and Mrs. Eimest Ken-
slow and daughters of Cooper.
Mrs. Cecil Moore and son,
Mike, of Greenville and Mrs.
Kenneth McIntosh of Dallas were
guests of their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Boss Hooks Sunday.
panied her us far as Dallas.
Mrs. C. L. Nicholson and Misa
Pearl Martin visited in Wlnns-
boro over the week end.
Mr. and Mrs. John Yeager and
duwghte^- of Clarksville visited
Mr. and Mrs, Rush Yeager and
relatives in Klondike Sunday.
Howard Russell of Dallas was
in Cooper on business the first
of the week
Roscoe Blackwel of Dallas via-
itc,l Mr., Blackwell and children
here over the week end, also his
grandparents, Dr. and Mrs. J. A.
Blackwell.
5 QUESTIONS
WITH BUT ONE ANSWER
1. Does eyestrain cause headaches7
2. Will the need for glasses cause my eye*
to smart and burn after reading?
if I have to hold reading farther away
3. Do I need glasses
than I use to?
4. Will doing without glasses if I need them cause me la be-
come nervous or fatigued?
5. Do most people need glasses for reading after they paas 41
years of age?
THE ANSWER IS YES
WHITESIDE AND WHITESIDE
Optometrists and Opticians
IK VM National Bank 3j Year, in Farit
he might make her see . . . He
concentrated on making her look
at him. But she did not. She
walked quietly away over the
grass.
Now Mr. Sulme’s mind had no
time for play. .He sent it racing
out to find the answer to an im-
perative question. That question
was not at all whether she .should
clear up the misunderstanding.
When a man puts his hand into
- - . . ■ .. i.v-i. ilia.. |illl.’ HIS 11 cl 11(1 into
himself the derisive smile of cold, his pocket and finds a purse that
secret, satisfied malice. And js not his. he does not debate
looking up casualy. was stagger- whether to keep it or not. At least
ed to see young Susan Barney’s Timothy Hulme does not. The
eyes deeply fixed on him- on question was how to do it Here
him!—with a penetrating intimate was no simple gesture of hand-
expression of emotion.
He was startled and shaken as
if, in a room where he had lock-
ed himself up to do something he
was not very proud of, he had
turned around to find an introud-
er greedily watching him. She
looked quickly down, slid her
keeping her lowered eyes on her
folded napkin into the ring, and
hands, began humbly to gather
the dishes together to carry into
the kitchen. For a moment long-
er, Mr. Hulme sat still. When he
stood up he gave his shoulders a
shake and glanced around to find
his aun't. “What under the sun
did Susan Barney think she was
looking at?” he asked himself,
perturbed, uneasy, and said
aloud, “Well. Aunt Lavinia, ready
to start back?”
They walked slowly from the
ing back a fistful of coins. What
had he to say except that his
apparent kindness to an old lady
had been nothing but stony-
hearted malice?
But how could a safe way be
devised until more was known
about the person to whom resti-
tution was to be made? Tho
first step was of course to find
out what kind of human being
this Susan Barney, was.
Could any evidence be extract-
ed from these last two alf-too-
well remembered contacts with
her? Not very much. The girl
who sat across the table, trans-
figured with the joy of those
who feel the world’s heart beat,
after long doubt of it as fire or
ice—it was impossible for the
man who had fooled her into that
deluded gladness to recall it ob-
lighted room’s yellow glow into ^ jectively. He looked away from
the clear blue of the autumn twi- her to the other girl, half-veiled
light outside. i in blue twilight, lifting her hand
Some one behind them called with that slow gentle gesture to
in a low 'tone, “Professor Hulme.”
His aunt hanging on his arm, he
turned. They faced Susan Barney
coming towards them over the
lawn from the back of the house.
Under the dense shade of the
old maples the twilight had thick-
ened almost to dusk but he
could see tha't she was a little
pale. She had put on a large
apron as if she had begun her
brush away the golden autumn
leaf.
The principal of the academy
took a drink of water. The idi-
ocy a man’e reflexes could in-
flict upon him. And at any age!
For two decades his classes had
been made up of girls and boys,
young women and young men.
He had taught them—and they
had taught him that young beauty
kitchen work, and then, seeing is a mute deception. Shining can
them leaving the house, had, af-'did eyes, looking straight into
ter all, come out on an impulse, i yours enshrined deceit, medioc-
Her face was serious. She began. | ri'ty, and cold egotism quite as
at once, “Professor Hulme, I ’ * ' '
wasn’t .... I was only .... I
don’t want you to think . . . .”
Although they were a consider-j magic of youth, from having been
able distil nee from the house, she j exposed to it so long.
Holding forth one evening at
Miss Peck’s table, Mr. Hulme
readily as honor and intgrity. He
was, he often thought, inoculated
i against the almost invincible
dropped her deep voice to a still
lower note. “I’ve been so sorry
for old Mrs. Washburn! Ever became aware of a dialogue go-
sinee I’ve been here I’ve been no-
ticing how everybody treats her.
You know how mean they all act.
It made me feel so ... so happy
„ . . to see you being nice to her,
talking to her, interested in what
she was . .
Mr. Hulme was blushing. Not
since his little boyhood had he
felt shame so burn its way over
his face. For an instant his very
eyes were suffused with heat, so
that he could barely see through
the dusk the girl’s averted head.
ing on at the
Washburn was
other end—Mrs.
putting Susan
through one of her ruthlessly
prying inquisitions. He hastily
withdrew from the talk he had
begun and cocked his ear,to prof-
it by questions which would have
been beneath his dignity to ask.
“No, l don’t remember my fat!
er and mother,” Susan answered
pattentily. “They Jied jwhOn I
was a little girl. Delia—she’s my
sister—was a baby. Yes, father
was Peter Barney’s son. But I
Aunt Lavinia dropped his arm don’t know much about the Bar-
and took a step forward, saying
warmly—no't put off as another
might have been by having no
idea what people were talking
about . . . “Ye’re r-right, Miss
Susan Bar-r-ney, my nephew
Tim's a r-reauon for thinkiu' bet-
ter of us all. I’m glad somebody
has the wit to know it.” She laid
a withered hand on the girl’s
shoulder and asked, “Do ye like
music? Would ye care to listen
in my room some free half hour
ye might have? I’m always mak-
in’ ft by machinery since the
rheumatism took my hands.” She
held up her stiff talon-crooked
fingers.
The girl searched the sunken
ney relatives. Grandfather
doret brought us up. Yes, it was
his mother who was John Crand-
all’s wife.”
There was a name Mr. Hulme
reco&nized. John Crandall was
the farmer and sheep raiser who
shortly after the Civil War had
left his money to the acamedy,
the only gift ever made to it
since its foundation and all that
made its existence now possible.
The obtrusive questions contin-
ued, the candid answers follow-
ed. “Grandfather died the year I
graduated from Norman school.
No, he didn’t leave us the house.
He had put a morgtage on it—
1 bigger than it was really worth.
Thanks,
Mom...
T
sooner.
HANKS for all the things you do every day that
will help bring me and the rest cf the boys home
. When I see men out here giving their all
Get the
Victory Habit...
Huy morr W ar Savings Hoads and Stamps
every pay day. Fifty $18.73 Hands will
pay far ane Jeep. These go-anv where ears
earry combat forces over the roughest
ground at jack rabbit speed. Do your part
to win the war.
for Victory, it’s easy for me to understand why it’s so
important for the folks back home to sacrifice and do
without. But you. Mom, are doing a swell job even
though you’re far away from this mess . . . and that
makes me specially proud. Thanks for saving fats and
greases. ... I hear them go off with an almighty bang
every day. Thanks for saving food. . . . I'm eating some
of it now. Thanks for buying bonds. . . . God knows we
need the tanks and guns and planes that are bought
with your and Dad’s money. Honest. Mom, I think they
should give medals to women like you who are fighting
the good fight for freedom back on the home front!”
LONE STAR
GAS COMPANY
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