Grit LawlessYoung, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Philosophy
Grit Lawless
Young, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Africa -- Fiction
"You are hard," she said unexpectedly. The accusation hit him; it was
what he had recently called himself. "And you're wrong. I understand
better than you do--perhaps because I'm a woman, and have suffered
myself."
"You are not a woman," he said, with sudden gentleness of manner. "You
are a child almost, and to children their sorrows appear
disproportionately great. As for suffering! ... Who among us can
expect to escape his share? And a little suffering is not harmful. The
human heart that hasn't been through the fire is inclined to be shallow.
All the pleasant pools in life are shallow; the great thoughts and the
great deeds come from the deep seas."
They walked for a while in silence after his last speech. When they had
covered a few yards in this manner Julie stopped and offered to take the
cycle.
"Teddy will be wondering what has become of me," she said. "We are
playing tennis this afternoon at Mrs Lawless'."
He stopped also and held the machine for her.
"I should like to see you again before you go," she added.
"Every evening at about five o'clock I will pass your house," he
replied.
She mounted and rode off, and Lawless, wheeling about, returned to the
city, his mind, for all his assertion that he would think no more of
what she had said, busy with the picture she had conjured up, a picture
which in his larger knowledge of the circumstances struck him as
exaggerated and unreal.
Julie overtook Bolitho round the first bend. He had dismounted and was
waiting for her at the roadside.
"I told you to go on," she said, when she came up with him.
"I know," he answered. "But I preferred to wait."
She slipped from her saddle to the ground, and, seating herself beside
him in the hedge, to the young man's intense embarrassment, dissolved
into tears.
"Oh, don't, Julie!" he pleaded... "Don't! I will go on and leave you,
if you wish it, dear."
"Silly!" she sobbed. "I don't wish it. You're the best fellow I ever
knew. Oh, Teddy! I'm so miserable. I've made a hash of things with
the best intentions in the world. There's nobody understands me, but
you. And you don't understand altogether."
"If you'll give me the cue, I'll try," he declared earnestly, leaning
towards her and encircling her with his arm. "You know that I'd do
anything on earth to please you. Julie, my darling! I love you so, I
can't bear to see you cry."
She suddenly sat up straighter, and laughed, and dabbed at her eyes.
"I know," she said. "I know... Oh, goodness! what a scarecrow I must
look! And anyone might come along."
She put up her hands and rearranged her hat.
"Is it straight, Teddy!" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, and looked her steadily in the eyes.
"My dear, don't try to deceive me," he said... "Better hurt my feelings
now than later... If it's the other fellow who wins I'll go my way."
"Stupid!" she cried, leaning her wet cheek against his shoulder.
"There's someone else for the other fellow--only he won't see it."
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