ything
serious, could not get a response to his more delicate emotions. For her
part she could not find in him any ready appreciation of the little
things she liked--theater jests, and the bright remarks of other boys
and girls. She had some conception of what was tasteful in dress, but as
for anything else, art, literature, public affairs, she knew nothing at
all, while Eugene, for all his youth, was intensely alive to what was
going on in the great world. The sound of great names and great fames
was in his ears,--Carlyle, Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman. He read of great
philosophers, painters, musicians, meteors that sped across the
intellectual sky of the western world, and he wondered. He felt as
though some day he would be called to do something--in his youthful
enthusiasm he half-thought it might be soon. He knew that this girl he
was trifling with could not hold him. She had lured him, but once lured
he was master, judge, critic. He was beginning to feel that he could get
along without her,--that he could find someone better.
Naturally such an attitude would make for the death of passion, as the
satiation of passion would make for the development of such an attitude.
Margaret became indifferent. She resented his superior airs, his
top-lofty tone at times. They quarreled over little things. One night he
suggested something that she ought to do in the haughty manner customary
with him.
"Oh, don't be so smart!" she said. "You always talk as though you owned
me."
"I do," he said jestingly.
"Do you?" she flared. "There are others."
"Well, whenever you're ready you can have them. I'm willing."
The tone cut her, though actually it was only an ill-timed bit of
teasing, more kindly meant than it sounded.
"Well, I'm ready now. You needn't come to see me unless you want to. I
can get along."
She tossed her head.
"Don't be foolish, Margy," he said, seeing the ill wind he had aroused.
"You don't mean that."
"Don't I? Well, we'll see." She walked away from him to another corner
of the room. He followed her, but her anger re-aroused his opposition.
"Oh, all right," he said after a time. "I guess I'd better be going."
She made no response, neither pleas nor suggestions. He went and secured
his hat and coat and came back. "Want to kiss me good-bye?" he inquired.
"No," she said simply.
"Good-night," he called.
"Good-night," she replied indifferently.
The relationship was never amicably readjusted afte
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