56 Mr. Boyle" 'Tis foine names yez have," he answeredpolitely, and finished unexpectedly with:"But fer all thot yez are no better thinany other min." And a vague questionwhich had more than once suggested itselfto the board of the Law Record rosein their minds again—were they "kidding"Mr. Boyle or was he "kidding"them? They were never quite sure.However, he was returning now to hislaw-book, and they dropped back oneafter another to desks and work. Hestood in the centre of the room, a humblefigure, yet quite assured, quite dignifiedin his simplicity, and read aloud to himselfin an undertone. "Um-um-umityum-um"—itwas a manner of hummingand buzzing in the rich voice with nowand then a word distinct. It did not annoyanybody in that room; Mr. Boylewas the child of the Law Record and thiswas one of his games. Suddenly the bookwas laid—bang—on the nearest desk.'"Tis not so," announced Mr. Boyle."What's up?" asked Alan Huntington."Th' book says," answered Mr. Boyle,"thot mon and woife is wan per-rson.""That's so in law," announced Huntington.Huntington loved argument likecake. "The law says they are one person.And you know, lex non curat de minimis"he added with solemnity.Mr. Boyle was staggered. "Th' law isa fear-rful shtudy; th' law is an exthryardin'ryshtudy," he muttered, and returnedto the charge. "But mon andwoife is two per-rsons; if th' law saysthey're not"—he brought down his fist onHuntington's desk—"thin, dom ut, th'law's unconstitooshional."The echoes of the Record office wakedthen to attend to such shouts and squealsand howls and thumps of joy as eventhey had seldom experienced. Dick Battle,book-review editor, caught the editorin chief by the waist, and a danceflowed across the open spaces which theCastles could not duplicate. Mr. Boyleregarded the two intently as they whirledand waved long legs; he regarded Dickas, after Byrd shook loose, he went on amoment with a pas seul. Dick Battle hadbeen described by a young woman of hisown Georgia city as "Phoebus Apollowith his eyes strictly on the horses." Hewas six feet two, and the glory and dreamof a divinity were in his eyes even whenthey regarded beefsteak. Also he carried,apparently, the responsibility of him who"drives the horses of the sun." Discouraginglyimpersonal to admiring youngwomen he was. Yet human, the presentpas seul showed him to be human."A foine young mon," pronounced Mr.Boyle, "a very foine young mon, but—"He tapped his head pityingly.Which once more raised the roof. Mr.Boyle was making hits to-night. Dickthrew his big shout of laughter into thechorus at his own expense with joyfulwhole-heartedness.Then, "What about your history, Mr.Boyle?" he demanded, harking back inself-defense; " don't you find that you andyour wife are one person?"A sheepish grin dawned over the expanseof the Irishman's face and he shookhis head slowly. "No, sor-r," said Mr.Boyle, and there was a quality in the twosyllables which once more set laughterringing." Does she bullyrag you? Tell us aboutit?" suggested Dick, glad to distract attentionfrom his own late conspicuousness."Tell it short," Holloway Byrd added,glancing at his pile of papers. "We oughtto get to work."" 'Tis a foine old gyurl, me woife,"stated Mr. Boyle; and then, impersonally,shaking a solemn finger at the group listeningto him, watching him; shaking theknotty finger slowly, pausing to preparean atmosphere for his climax, he bent tothem and hissed in a thrilling whisper:"Th' old gyurl's a soofragette.""Good for her," Holloway Byrd responded,but the board was divided."Too bad, old man," and "Don't youstand for it, Mr. Boyle," some of themsaid, and Dick Battle, the late joyfuldancer, stood with hands in his pockets,frowning."Ther-r's wor-rse," the Irishman wenton, and the irresistible smile of him hadthem all smiling, even Battle, the Georgian."Oi'm a soofragette meself," announcedMr. Boyle.A running fire of laughter and cheersburst at that. "Oh, come now," Huntingtonadjured him. "You don't reallybelieve in that stuff? Why, women
Mr. Boyle 57haven't the brains to vote, have they,now?""Yez know Timmy Slaggin, what sellsshoe-shtrings ?" Huntington admittedthat he knew Timmy. "Him wid th' ridnose ? He's dhrunk whin things go well—he's wake in the upper shtory whin heain't dhrunk. You know him?""Yes, I know him," said Huntington."What about him?" And the others listened,expecting an anecdote of Timmy."What about him?" Huntington asked."He votes," said Mr. Boyle.There was a moment's silence as thesimple argument sank in. Then DickBattle spoke. "It's not that the womenaren't good enough," he shot out in theimpulsive manner that was characteristicand winning. " It's that they're too good.We don't want them messing in the mudof politics. It's bromide, but woman'ssphere is home—by George, it is ! Isn'tit, Mr. Boyle?" He put it to the root ofthe argument.Mr. Boyle scratched his curly head."Be jabers, they're foine on th homejob," he acknowledged. "Oi've an ideethey'd shtick to their homes and familiesaven if they got th' vote," he added, andhesitated, and the group of clever ladswaited, attentive. "Th' law is an exthryardin'ryshtudy," Mr. Boyle went on." An' doos th' law provide thot all wimminwidout homes can git thim by applyin' tothe anti-soofragette association?" he demanded."You antis go back to work," HollowayByrd advised. "You're getting the worstof it. And we had all better pitch innow," he spoke. One after another theboys dropped into the swinging seats beforetheir desks and bent their heads overbooks and papers, and Dick Battle, lookingup as he faced the open door, saw thelight and shadow of a lantern spring highand low, bright and dark across the ceilingand walls of the long corridor, andheard the rich burring of Mr. Boyle'svoice as he sang in an undertone till heturned the corner something cheerful andindefinite about" 'Two little maids in blueTra-la-la—Tra-la-la.' "Next evening Battle left the Record officefor an hour or two, early. As he hurriedacross the campus under starlight hebrought up suddenly. " Me distinguishedfri'nd," spoke a voice."Oh, hello, Mr. Boyle," smiled Dick." Good evening.""Good evenin', me distinguishedfri'nd," answered Mr. Boyle, and went onpromptly, evidently laboring under someexcitement: "Yez see thim shtars upthere?" he demanded." I do," acknowledged Dick."Do yez know," stated Mr. Boyleheatedly, "they've the owdacity to tellme they kin measure the distince to thimshtars.""No?" Dick considered. After the reflectionsof the night before on his mentalbalance he hesitated to indorse madastronomers; with a useful platitude hehurried on.For he wanted to get somewhere. Hehad managed an hour off, and he did notwish to waste any of it. Though he hadnot known the girl long, he faced alreadythe fact that he would rather be with heranywhere than with any one else anywhereelse. There was something abouther, there was a charm, there was an intangible,thrilling interest, there was—which is always, without exception, thecase. If half the race had been throughthe experience the other half would beforever ignorant of it, for there is no wayof telling that adventure. It is likely thatall adventures which involve depths ofliving are similarly inarticulate. DickBattle, swinging across the campus to thedean's house, did not generalize; his innervision was concentrated. He saw a pictureof a lighted room, of books and firelight,of a girl in white—and he walked faster."Do you want to hear Mr. Boyle'slatest?" he asked when the dream hadcome true and he sat there and saw her,her dress a blue of rosy white, the fairhead a manner of halo against long linesof friendly volumes, while the fire crackledin an undertone and the voice whichseemed to be so exactly the sweetest voicein the world tossed words at him whichrippled like running water. Extraordinaryhow everything about this girl wasthe most attractive of its kind ! " Do youwant to hear?" Dick inquired, talkingsurface talk while his heart burned withinhim.
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BOOKNOTESConference of Czecho-Slova
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The two outstanding literaryevents
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New York StateM O H E G A Nl—Mohe
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