Mary Minds Her Business eBook

George Weston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 247 pages of information about Mary Minds Her Business.

Mary Minds Her Business eBook

George Weston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 247 pages of information about Mary Minds Her Business.

“Can a woman do a man’s work?

“Let us watch and we shall see.”

Mary read it twice.

“I like that,” she said.  “I wish everybody in town could see that.”

“Just what I thought,” said the judge.  “What do you say if we have it printed in big type, and pasted on the bill-boards?”

They had it done.

The day after the bills were posted, Archey went around to see how they were being received.

“It was a good idea,” he told Mary the next morning, but she noticed that he looked troubled and absent-minded, as though his thoughts weren’t in his words.

“What’s the matter, Archey?” she quietly asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, and with the least possible touch of irritation he added, “Sometimes I think it’s because I don’t like him.  Everything that counts against him sticks—­and I may have been mistaken anyway—­”

“It’s something about Burdon,” thought Mary, and in the same quiet voice as before she said,

“What is it, Archey?”

“Well,” he said, hesitating, “I went out after dinner last night—­to see if they were reading the bill-boards.  I thought I’d walk down Jay Street—­that’s where the strikers have their headquarters.  I was walking along when all at once I thought I saw Burdon’s old car turning a corner ahead of me.

“It stopped in front of Repetti’s pool-room.  Two men came out and got in.

“A little while later I was speaking to one of our men and he said some rough actors were drifting in town and he didn’t like the way they were talking.  I asked him where these men were making their headquarters and he said, ‘Repetti’s Pool Room.’”

Mary thought that over.

“Mind you, I wouldn’t swear it was Burdon’s old car,” said Archey, more troubled than before.  “I can only tell you I’m sure of it—­and I might be mistaken at that.  And even if it was Burdon, he’d only say that he had gone there to try to keep the strike from spreading—­yes, and he might be right at that,” he added, desperately trying to be fair, “but—­well, he worries me—­that’s all.”

He was worrying Mary, too, although for a different reason.

With increasing frequency, Helen was coming home from the Country Club unconsciously scented with that combination of cigarette smoke and raspberry jam.  Burdon had a new car, a swift, piratical craft which had been built to his order, and sometimes when he called at the house on the hill for Helen, Mary amused herself by thinking that he only needed a little flag-pole and a Jolly Roger—­a skirted coat and a feathered hat—­and he would be the typical younger son of romance, scouring the main in search of Spanish gold.

Occasionally when he rolled to the door, Wally’s car was already there, for Wally—­after an absence—­was again coming around, pale and in need of sympathy, singing his tenor songs to Helen’s accompaniment and with greater power of pathos than ever, especially when he sang the sad ones at Mary’s head—­

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
Mary Minds Her Business from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.