Other Peoples Business

Other People's Business, by
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Title: Other People's Business The Romantic Career of the Practical
Miss Dale
Author: Harriet L. Smith

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OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS
The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss Dale
by
HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH

Indianapolis The Bobbs-Merrill Company Publishers
Copyright 1916 The Bobbs-Merrill Company

CONTENTS
I INTRODUCING PERSIS
II THE LOVER
III A FITTING
IV THE WOMAN'S CLUB
V DIANTHA GROWS UP
VI THE NEW ARRIVAL
VII A CONFIDENTIAL CHAT
VIII EVE AND THE APPLE
IX A DAY TO HERSELF
X SHOULD AULD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT
XI TWIXT THE CUP AND THE LIP
XII A CONFESSION TOO MANY

XIII THE MAIL BAG
XIV AN ACQUISITION
XV A WOMAN AT LAST
XVI WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
XVII ENID
XVIII A STALLED ENGINE
XIX A DEFERRED INTERMENT
XX CHECKMATE
XXI DE PROFUNDIS
XXII EAVESDROPPING
XXIII WEDDING BELLS
XXIV FAIR PLAY

OTHER PEOPLE'S BUSINESS
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCING PERSIS
The knocking at the side door and the thumping overhead blended in a
travesty on the anvil chorus, the staccato tapping of somebody's
knuckles rising flute-like above the hammering of Joel's cane. TO some
temperaments the double summons would have proved confusing, but
Persis Dale dropped her sewing and moved briskly to the door,
addressing the ceiling as she went. "'Twon't hurt you to wait."

The stout woman on the steps entered heavily and fell into a chair that
creaked an inarticulate protest. Persis' quick ear caught the signal of
distress.
"Mis' West, you'd be more comf'table in the armchair. I fight shy of it
because it's too comf'table. If I set back into the hollow, it's because my
work's done for the day. And here's a palm-leaf. You look as hot as
mustard-plaster."
Having thus tactfully interfered for the preservation of her property,
Persis cast a swiftly appraising glance at the chair her caller had
vacated. "Front rung sprung just as I expected," was her unspoken
comment. "It's a wonder that Etta West don't use more discretion about
furniture."
Mrs. West dabbed her moist forehead with her handkerchief, flopped
the palm-leaf indeterminately and cast an alarmed glance heavenward.
"Gracious, Persis, first thing you know, he'll be coming through."
"'Twon't hurt him to wait," Persis said again, as if long testing had
proved the reliability of the formula. "He called me up-stairs fifteen
minutes ago," she added, "to have me get down the 'cyclopedia and find
out when Confucius was born."
"I want to know," murmured Mrs. West, visibly impressed. "He's
certainly got an active mind."
"He has," Persis agreed dryly. "And it's the sort of mind that makes lots
of activity for other folks' hands and feet. Does that noise worry you,
Mis' West? For if it does, I'll run up and quiet him before we get down
to business."
Mrs. West approved the suggestion. "I brought my black serge," she
explained, "to have you see if it'll pay for a regular making-over--new
lining and all--or whether I'd better freshen it up and get all the wear I
can out of it, just as 'tis. But I declare! With all that noise over my head,
I wouldn't know a Dutch neck from a placket-hole. I don't see how you
stand it, Persis, day in and day out."

"There's lots in getting used to things," Persis explained, and left the
room with the buoyant step of a girl. She looked every one of her six
and thirty years, but her movements still retained the ardent lightness of
youth. Beaten people drag through life. Only the unconquered move as
Persis moved, as though shod with wings.
The anvil chorus ceased abruptly when Persis opened the door of her
brother's room. She entered with caution for the darkness seemed
impenetrable, after the sunny brightness of the spring afternoon. Joel
Dale's latest contribution to hygienic science was the discovery that
sunshine was poison to his constitution. Not only were the shutters
closed, and the shades drawn, but a patch-work bed-quilt had been
tacked over the window that no obtrusive ray of light should work
havoc with his health. Joel's voice was hoarsely tragic as he called to
his sister to shut the door.
"I'm going to as soon as I can find my way to the knob. It's so
pitch-dark in here that I'm as blind as an owl