Andrew the Glad

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Andrew the Glad
By MARIA THOMPSON DAVIESS
Author of Miss Selina Lue, Rose of Old Harpeth The Melting of Molly, etc.
1913
There are some women who will brew mystery from the decoction of even a very simple life. Matilda is one of them, remarked the major to himself as he filled his pipe and settled himself before his high-piled, violet-flamed logs. It was waxing strong in her this morning and an excitement will arrive shortly. Now I wonder—
Howdy, Major, came in a mockingly lugubrious voice from the hall, and David Kildare blew into the room. He looked disappointedly around, dropped into a chair and lowered his voice another note.
Seen Phoebe? he demanded.
No, haven't you? answered the major as he lighted his pipe and regarded the man opposite him with a large smile of welcome.
Not for three days, hand-running. She's been over to see Andy with Mrs. Matilda twice, and I've missed her both times. Now, how's that for luck?
Well, said the major reflectively, in the terms of modern parlance, you certainly are up against it. And did it ever occur to you that a man with three ribs broken and a dislocated collar-bone, who has written a play and a sprinkle of poems, is likely to interest Phoebe Donelson enormously? There is nothing like poetry to implant a divine passion, and Andrew is undoubtedly of poetic stamp.