Other People's Business: The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss DaleSmith, Harriet L. (Harriet Lummis)
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Other People's Business: The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss Dale
Smith, Harriet L. (Harriet Lummis)
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Thomas' face was radiant. That weight was off his conscience. He had
a right to proceed to more agreeable disclosures, undeterred by the
fear of practising deception on the noblest of God's creatures. It
contributed to his joy that Persis had known of his weakness, and yet
had not crushed him with her contempt. She had not even expressed
agreement when he had called chewing tobacco a filthy habit.
"Persis," he began in his deepest tones, "I was thinking as I came
along--"
The stairs creaked and Persis interrupted him. "There's Joel. It
makes it hard for him when the days are getting longer all the time.
He'll be glad when we have to light the lamps at five."
Thomas was in a mood to wish that the village of Clematis basked in the
rays of the midnight sun. He forced a smile to his reluctant lips as
Persis' brother entered and magnanimously put the question, "How do you
find yourself to-night, Joel?" though he knew only too well the
consequences to which this exposed him. There was no surer passport to
Joel's favor than to inquire about his health if one was also willing
to listen to his answer. The people who said, "How do you do?" and
immediately began to talk of something else were the objects of Joel's
detestation, while his grateful affection went out to the select few
willing to hear in detail his physical biography since their last
meeting. Joel experienced the same satisfaction in describing the
pains in his abdomen or an attack of palpitation that a bride feels in
exhibiting her trousseau.
"I've nothing to complain of, especially when you take into account
that I'd have been six feet under the sod by now, if I hadn't
discovered that sunshine was poison to my constitution. It sort of
draws all the vitality out of me, same as it draws the oil out of goose
feathers. I'd have improved a good ideal faster," Joel continued with
sudden irritation, "if it hadn't been for Persis' carelessness in
leaving the door open. You'd think that I had a good big life
insurance in her favor, the way she acts. As the Frenchman said,
'Defend me from my friends, I can defend myself--'"
"I've always understood that sunshine was about the healthiest of
anything," interrupted Thomas, reddening angrily at the criticism of
Persis. "And if you want my opinion, you look to me a good deal like a
plant that's sprouted in the cellar."
The last thing Joel wanted was another's opinion. He continued as
though Thomas had not spoken.
"And besides that, I've been eating too much meat. Science tells us
that the human body is pretty near all water. Don't that show that
most of the needs of the body can be supplied by drinking plenty of
water?"
Thomas shook his head. "I'd hate to try it. When I'm hungry, I
wouldn't swap a good piece of beef-steak for a hogshead of water."
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