Flappers and Philosophers

ath of light. The Butterworth and Larkin houses flanking were entrenched behind great stodgy trees; only the Happer house took the full sun, and al

Clark Darrow sitting bolt upright at the wheel wore a pained, strained expression as though he considered himself a spare part, and rather likely to break. He laboriously crossed two dust ruts, the wheels squeaking indignantly at the encounter, and then wit

om the window-sill, changed her mind and continued silently to regard the car, whose owner sat brilliantly if perfunct

mawn

his tall body round and bent a

wnin', Sal

t, sure

you

' 'n a

o swimmin'

kon

ut hurry

e en

per dolls for her younger sister. She approached a mirror, regarded her expression with a pleased and pleasant languor, dabbed two spots of rouge on her lips and a grain of powder

a minute later as she slipped n

ine, Sall

we go s

ld Marylyn we'd call by a

uminated by one of his frequent smiles. Clark had "a income"- just enough to keep himself in ease and his car in gasolene - and he had spent the two years sin

led there were half a dozen other youths who were always just about to do something, and meanwhile were quite willing to join him in a few holes of golf, or a game of billiards, or the consumption of a quart of "hard yella licker." Every once in a while one of these contemporaries made a farewell round of c

e, where there were half a dozen prosperous, substantial mansions; and on into the down-town section. Driving was perilous here, for it was shopping time; the population idled casually across the streets and a drove of

ark suddenly, "it a fac

ed at hi

you hea

ugh, you

nice qu

aged to a Yankee you met u

Carrol

ch an old tow

e, Sally Carrol. We

l was silen

d suddenly, "who on

r my se

he answered cheerfully. "Anyway, I know

u ought to marry a Y

e I lo

ok his

be a lot different

of a rambling, dilapidated house. Marylyn

ally C

H

you

Marylyn as they started

an't I look at a man 'thout every

ront of him at a bolt on t

with a curious intensi

ha

own h

know I do. I ad

gettin' engage

ll, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to

you

ove Joe here and Ben Arrot, and

ll be fa

s, but just sort of - of ineffectual

use we stay he

ike it and never want to chang

reached over and

ay you are. The things that'll make you fail I'll love always - the living in the

're goin

'd feel I was - wastin' myself. There's two sides to me, you see. There's the sleepy old side you love an' there's a sort of energy - th

c suddenness and sighed, "Oh, s

welcome over the road. Here and there they passed a battered negro cabin, its oldest white-haired inhabitant smoking a corncob pipe beside the door, and half a dozen scantily clothed pickaninnies parading tattered dolls on the wild-grown grass in front. Farther out were lazy cotton-fields where even the workers seemed

rrol, we'

le's soun

d at last outa

rrol! Cool water

opened

murmured