Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905

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Various. Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905

THE OUTGOING OF SIMEON

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

Concerning the Heart’s Deep Pages

SONG

AN EDITORIAL

THE DELUGE. A STORY OF MODERN FINANCE

XIV

XV

THE WINDOW

AMERICANS IN LONDON

THE BLOOD OF BLINK BONNY

MONOTONY

“PLUG” IVORY AND “PLUG” AVERY

SUPPER WITH NATICA

BY THE FOUNTAIN

BAS BLEU

THE VAGABOND

THE DOING OF THE LAMBS

THE UNATTAINED

THE FLATTERER

II

III

IV

THE MIRACLE OF DAWN

THE SONG OF BROADWAY

GREEN DEVILS AND OLD MAIDS

TWO SORROWS

LOVE AND MUSHROOMS

SOME FEMININE STARS

FOR BOOK LOVERS

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Simeon Ponsonby – the professor of botany at Harmouth – had married when over forty the eldest daughter of a distinguished though impecunious family in his own college town. His mother, on her deathbed, foresaw that he would need a housekeeper and suggested the match.

“Simeon,” she said, “it isn’t for us to question the Lord’s ways, but I am mortally sorry to leave you, my son; it is hard for a man to shift for himself. I was thinking now if you were to marry Deena Shelton you might go right along in the old house. The Sheltons would be glad to have her off their hands, and she is used to plain living. She would know enough to keep her soup pot always simmering on the back of the range and make her preserves with half the regular quantity of sugar. I like her because she brushes her hair and parts it in the middle, and she has worn the same best dress for three years.”

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After lunch they strolled down to the beach, Deena starting ahead with French, while Polly went with Ben to get cushions from the automobile. The present generation seems to consider comfort the first aim of existence, though the trouble they take to insure it more than counterbalances the results in old-fashioned judgment.

Stephen stopped to light his cigar behind the shelter of a tree, and then came running after Deena, who was walking slowly toward the vast plain of blue water stretching to the east. She turned at the sound of his footsteps and waited for him, wondering what his classes would think if they could see their professor bounding along with his hat under his arm. There was something peculiarly charming in the lighter side of Stephen’s nature; a simplicity and boyishness, which was the secret of his popularity far more than his weightier qualities. The women of Harmouth called him handsome, but he had small claims to beauty. A well set-up figure rather above the medium height, dark hair grizzled at the temples, eyes that seemed to laugh because of a slight contraction of the muscles at the outer corners, and a nose decidedly too high and bony. The expression of the mouth was shrewd, almost sarcastic, and possibly a little coarse, but his smile redeemed it and illumined his face like sunshine. What dazzled the ladies of Harmouth was really a certain easy luxury in dress and habits not common in the little town. It is always the exotic we prize in our conservatories.

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