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Title: The Way of a Man

Author: Emerson Hough

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Language: English

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Grace Shows a Lack of Sympathy.

Grace Shows a Lack of Sympathy.

The Way Of A Man by Emerson Hough Author of The Covered Wagon, etc. ILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROM THE PHOTOPLAY
A PATHÉ PICTURE Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers New York 1907
Contents Contents Chapter I - The Kissing Of Miss Grace Sheraton Chapter II - The Meeting Of Gordon Orme Chapter III - The Art Of The Orient Chapter IV - Wars And Rumors Of War Chapter V - The Madness Of Much Kissing Chapter VI - A Sad Lover Chapter VII - What Cometh In The Night Chapter VIII - Beginning Adventures In New Lands Chapter IX - The Girl With The Heart Chapter X - The Supreme Court Chapter XI - The Morning After Chapter XII - The Wreck On The River Chapter XIII - The Face In The Firelight Chapter XIV - Au Large Chapter XV - Her Infinite Variety Chapter XVI - Buffalo! Chapter XVII - Sioux! Chapter XVIII - The Test Chapter XIX - The Quality Of Mercy Chapter Xx - Gordon Orme, Magician Chapter XXI - Two In The Desert Chapter XXII - Mandy McGovern On Marriage Chapter XXIII - Issue Joined Chapter XXIV - Forsaking All Others Chapter XXV - Cleaving Only Unto Her. Chapter XXVI - In Sickness And In Health Chapter XXVII - With All My Worldly Goods I Thee Endow Chapter XXVIII - Till Death Do Part Chapter XXIX - The Garden Chapter XXX - They Twain Chapter XXXI - The Betrothal Chapter XXXII - The Covenant Chapter XXXIII - The Flaming Sword Chapter XXXIV - The Loss Of Paradise Chapter XXXV - The Yoke Chapter XXXVI - The Goad Chapter XXXVII - The Furrow Chapter XXXVIII - Hearts Hypothecated Chapter XXXIX - The Uncovering Of Gordon Orme Chapter XL - A Confusion In Covenants Chapter XLI - Ellen Or Grace Chapter XLII - Face To Face Chapter XLIII - The Reckoning Chapter XLIV - This Indenture Witnesseth Chapter XLV - Ellen
Chapter I - The Kissing Of Miss Grace Sheraton

I admit I kissed her.

Perhaps I should not have done so. Perhaps I would not do so again. Had I known what was to come I could not have done so. Nevertheless I did.

After all, it was not strange. All things about us conspired to be accessory and incendiary. The air of the Virginia morning was so soft and warm, the honeysuckles along the wall were so languid sweet, the bees and the hollyhocks up to the walk so fat and lazy, the smell of the orchard was so rich, the south wind from the fields was so wanton! Moreover, I was only twenty-six. As it chances, I was this sort of a man: thick in the arm and neck, deep through, just short of six feet tall, and wide as a door, my mother said; strong as one man out of a thousand, my father said. And thenβ€”the girl was there.

So this was how it happened that I threw the reins of Satan, my black horse, over the hooked iron of the gate at Dixiana Farm and strode up to the side of the stone pillar where Grace Sheraton stood, shading her eyes with her hand, watching me approach through the deep trough road that flattened there, near the Sheraton lane. So I laughed and strode upβ€”and kept my promise. I had promised myself that I would kiss her the first time that seemed feasible. I had even promised herβ€”when she came home from Philadelphia so lofty and superior for her stopping a brace of years with Miss Carey at her Allendale Academy for Young Ladiesβ€”that if she mitigated not something of her haughtiness, I would kiss her fair, as if she were but a girl of the country. Of these latter I may guiltily confess, though with no names, I had known many who rebelled little more than formally.

She stood in the shade of the stone pillar, where the ivy made a deep green, and held back her light blue skirt daintily, in her high-bred way; for never was a girl Sheraton who was not high-bred or other than fair to look upon in the Sheraton wayβ€”slender, rather tall, long cheeked, with very much dark hair and a deep color under the skin, and something of long curves withal. They were ladies, every one, these Sheraton girls; and as Miss Grace presently advised me, no milkmaids wandering and waiting in lanes for lovers.

When I sprang down from Satan Miss Grace was but a pace or so away. I put out a hand on either side of her as she stood in the shade, and so prisoned her against the pillar. She flushed at this, and caught at my arm with both hands, which made me smile, for few men in that country could have put away my arms from the stone until I liked. Then I bent and kissed her fair, and took what revenge was due our girls for her Philadelphia manners.

When she boxed my ears I kissed her once more. Had she not at that smiled at me a little, I should have been a boor, I admit. As she didβ€”and as I in my innocence supposed all girls didβ€”I presume I may be called but a man as men go. Miss Grace grew very rosy for a Sheraton, but her eyes were bright. So I threw my hat on the grass by the side of the gate and bowed her to be seated. We sat and looked up the lane which wound on to the big Sheraton house, and up the red road which led from their farm over toward our lands, the John Cowles farm, which had been three generations in our family as against four on the part of the Sheratons' holdings; a fact which I think always ranked us in the Sheraton soul a trifle lower than themselves.

We were neighbors, Miss Grace and I, and as I lazily looked out over the red road unoccupied at the time by even the wobbling wheel of some negro's cart, I said to her some word of our being neighbors, and of its being no sin for neighbors to exchange the courtesy of a greeting when they met upon such a morning. This seemed not to please her; indeed I opine that the best way of a man with a maid is to make no manner of speech whatever before or after any such incident as this.

"I was just wandering down the lane," she said, "to see if Jerry had found my horse, Fanny."

"Old Jerry's a mile back up the road," said I, "fast asleep under the hedge."

"The black rascal!"

"He is my friend," said I, smiling.

"You do indeed take me for some common person," said she; "as though I had been looking forβ€”"

"No, I take you only for the sweetest Sheraton that ever came to meet a Cowles from the farm yonder." Which was coming rather close home, for our families, though neighbors, had once had trouble over some such meeting as this two generations back; though of that I do not now speak.

"Cannot a girl walk down her own carriage road of a morning, after hollyhocks for the windows, withoutβ€”"

"She cannot!" I answered. I would have put out an arm for further mistreatment, but all at once I pulled up. What was I coming to, I, John Cowles, this morning when the bees droned fat and the flowers made fragrant all the air? I was no boy, but a man grown; and ruthless as I was, I had all the breeding the land could give me, full Virginia training as to what a gentleman should be. And a gentleman, unless he may travel all a road, does not set foot too far into it when he sees that he is taken at what seems his wish. So now I said how glad I was that she had come back from school, though a fine lady now, and no doubt forgetful of her friends, of myself, who once caught young rabbits and birds for her, and made pens for the little pink pigs at the orchard edge, and all of that. But she had no mind, it seemed to me, to talk of these old days; and though now some sort of wall seemed to me to arise between us as we sat there on the bank blowing at dandelions and pulling loose grass blades, and humming a bit of tune now and then as young persons will, still, thickheaded as I was, it was in some way made apparent to me that I was quite as willing the wall should be there as she herself was willing.

My mother had mentioned Miss Grace Sheraton to me before. My father had never opposed my riding over now and then to the Sheraton gates. There were no better families in our county than these two. There was no reason why I should feel troubled. Yet as I looked out into the haze of the hilltops where the red road appeared to leap off sheer to meet the distant rim of the Blue Ridge, I seemed to hear some whispered warning. I was young, and wild as any deer in those hills beyond. Had it been any enterprise scorning settled ways; had it been merely a breaking of orders and a following of my own will, I suppose I might have gone on. But there are ever two things which govern an adventure for one of my sex. He may be a man; but he must also be a gentleman. I suppose books might be written about the war between those two things. He may be a gentleman sometimes and have credit for being a soft-headed fool, with no daring to approach the very woman who has contempt for him; whereas she may not know his reasons for restraint. So much for civilization, which at times I hated because it brought such problems. Yet these problems never cease, at least while youth lasts, and no community is free from them, even so quiet a one as ours there in the valley of the old Blue Ridge, before the wars had rolled across it and made all the young people old.

I was of no mind to end my wildness and my roaming just yet; and still, seeing that I was, by gentleness of my Quaker mother and by sternness of my Virginia father, set in the class of

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