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Photoplay Magazine
"That afternoon Dave ivent to say good-bye to his there too. So it was harder for him than he had ever gone into. "
of it as it really was. It was like fairyland to me. I didn't believe people lived that way outside of books.
"Vou know those were days of hot opinions and hot hatreds. I was an anti-slaver, of course. I had thought that I despised the South and Southern ways. But, bigot that I was, when I found myself down there in those soft days of pleasure and overwhelming hospitality, I'm ashamed to say the glamour of plantation life almost overcame me."
Here the old man's voice fell and he glanced around as though pleadingly. He sat a little straighter in the armchair, where his hands rested digniiiedlv on the cushioned arms, a wonderful figure of Old School courtliness in that modern group of
carelessly lounging young manhood.
"Dave's father. I think, interested me most. He was as different from mine as two tall, handsome, successful men could be. Mr. Whiting was blandness and good nature itself. He seemed always to have been sitting on a shaded veranda in an easy chair with something cool to drink beside him. And Mrs. Whiting seemed always to have been sitting near him, smiling. Then there was Dave's brother, a handsome daredevil, and his sister Edith. And on the next plantation lived Ruth Tyler, the prettiest little fluff of thistledown that ever made a summer day more lovely.
"The first time I saw her I thought the girl more like a goldfinch than a human. Her eyes were bright and had that pert look that you often catch in a bird's. Her little face was pointed like a delicate egg and looked out from a mass of curly shining yellow hair. And when she talked she cocked her head on one side and was more birdlike than ever with her running chatter that was just pretty and didn't have a word of sense in it. I think I must have looked at her too much. For when we were alone that night. Dave and I. we got to talking of her ; and I saw at once how it was with him. He loved the girl, had loved her since she could walk.
"Oh. but those were golden days down there. They went by in a kind of mellow maze. I almost forgot that I must hate Southern institutions, and Ruth Tyler helped me. She seemed bent on winning Dave back from what she called 'horrid Yankee ideas.' And it all had its effect 011 me.
"One late afternoon I remember particularly. It had been a drowsy day and while sitting around we had got to arguing
family. Ruth was any battle