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PRIDE OF TYSON. he can make an engineer out of himself by manual labor. Well, I suppose it’s more devotion to you than to the work.” There was 2 certain lightness combined with perfect poise that shook all of Mrs. Garth’s conceptions of what women should ‘be. Everything seemed to run easily off the back of this girl. She was quite m- affected by awe when she talked to Edward Garth, builder of the Chilmah Dam. These thoughts swallowed the attention of Mrs. Garth for-a time until her son rose and went toward the phonograph. ‘In the interval of silence Mrs. Gerth watched the girl’s eyes covertly as they moved about the room, and she could see those glances literally pick up object after object and drop them again’ It was noth- img which the elder woman would have noted ordinarily, but to-night she was super- acute, and she read Margaret’s mind. Ac- cordingly, she shrank, and then hardened herself and tensed her nerves and her mind. “ What i you have?” Garth was asking. “ Anything you’re fond of,” she replied carelessly. There was that im her tone which sug- gested that she would probably disapprove of his choice, it seemed to Mrs. Garth. “ Well, most of this stuff is classical.” é¢ Yes?” Fhere was just the faintest raising of her eyebrows when she said this, and Mrs. Garth flushed. “ De you care for other things?” asked Gasth. &c Oh, bully.” “ D’you like ‘ Lucia ’?” “ Lueia?” And Mrs. Garth noted with a pang the different pronunciation. “ Rather. A. little sicky-sweet, though, isn’t it?” “That record cost seven dollars and a half,”’ stated Mrs. Garth coldly. “Really?” And she turned a dim smile on her hostess. “* Here’s a lot of Caruso,” boomed Garth. “Take him all through, he’s the most expensive of the lot,” pursued Mrs. Garth, intent on being pleasant to the limit of her faculties. Otherwise, Edward would be cress with her. ‘‘ Queer how nmch money there is in singing, ain’t it?” TA yes. I think some ragtime is . Travel, poetry, moral writin’. “Very. 4 thmk the violin gpes better on the phonograph than vocal music. Any instrumental records?” That took Mrs. Garth’s breath. “ According to the- price-list,” she an nounced, “ they ain’t near as fine!” “Try anything you wish,” urged Mar- garet, turning. “ Select it yourself.” But Garth was discouraged. He came back and teok oppertunity to cast a thun. derous frown teward\ his mother; she won- dered why. It’s rather late for music, amyway,” he said, uneasily, “and we’ have plenty ef time to play that stuff later on. Besides, you myst be very tired from your trip.” Miss Tyson agreed that she was, and presently she said good night te Edward and went up-stairs with Mrs. Garth. She seemed to like-the room very much, and Mrs. Garth warmed sufficiently to call her attention to the green-cushioned Morris chair. Miss Tysom’s trunk bad already been. brought up. No, there. was nothing she wisked. “ Tf you want to do any readin’,” pursued Mrs. Garth, “ you may like these books. You can take Miss Tyson took up one at random: i was the Bible, and it fell from her hand, face down, on the floor, fluttering. Mrs. Garth picked Ht up with a little exclama- tion. “The Book of Job!” she cried. “I sup- pose that means awful had huck—to ene of us! ”? “ Ob, I think not,” said Margaret, smil- ing. “I’m very fond of the Book of Jab.” ‘Are you?” said Mrs. Garth, wondering, “It’s very hard on Job, though, ain’t it?” “Yes. I always wonder when | finish it, whether the devil won, or Ged? What. do you think, Mrs. Garth?” The latter stood agape; and then closed her Eps severely. ““T never saw two ways to #,” she eb- served. ‘‘ Good night, Miss Tyson. If you want anything, please let me know.” And then she fled. She found Edward walking swiitly «p - and down the Kiving-roem, his bead bowed; oe fre ONG 5) MAClOOO S C@ THE OHIO STATE