Flappers and Philosophers

gh a chill January twilight. Swathed in furs she put in a morning tobogganing on the country-club hill; even tried s

in under pale yellow sunshine, but she soon realized that these things were for children-t

born in Kentucky; this made of him a link between the old life and the new. But toward the women she felt a definite hostility. Myra, her future sister-in-law, seemed the essence of spiritless conversationality.

thing. They just fade out when you look at them. They're gl

tion, Mrs. Bellamy seemed to typify the town in being innately hostile to strangers. She called Sally Carrol "Sally," and could not be persuaded that the double name was anything more than a tedious ridiculous nickname. To Sally Carrol this shortening of her name was presen

in alluded to the Ibsenesque tendency of the populace, but when he came in one day and found her curled

y Carrol scarcely recognized. They passed a little girl done up in gray wool until she rese

k! H

ha

girl-did you

s,

ittle strawberry.

! Everybody's healthy here. We're out in the cold as

ealthy-looking; so was his brother. And she had not

t, his eyes gazing upward with a tense expression as though he were about to make a leap toward the chilly sky. And then they both exploded into a sh

s one on us,"

ging by those trousers," su

, Ha

look must have

amn Sout

rol's eye

call 'e

m. They're sort of-sort of degenerates-not at all like the old Southerners. They've live

would be in that climate-but they're my best friends, an' I don't want to hear 'em

lege, but of all the hangdog, ill-dressed, slovenly lot I

ng her gloved hands and

ast we'd found the true type of Southern aristocrat, but it turned out that he wasn't an aristoc

alk the way you're talki

ven't th

somethin

t I've heard you say yourse

o tie my life to any of the boys that are round Tarle

ed along

t on a bit thick Sal

utes later as they stood in the hallway

et married next week. I'm afraid of having fusses like that. I

in the wrong, was

iotic. We dec

l's eyes faded; her expr

pose I shouldn't

y me

rmance the orchestra played "Dixie" and Sally Carrol felt something stronger and more enduring than her tears and

you dear?" wh

tle-drums her own old ghosts were marching by and on into the darkness, and as fifes whistled a

y, A

n South

y,

n South