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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

by the clergyman--"but my mood--is--oddly dissimilar." 

 

Only to bishops and above did she divulge her clerical romance. When she 

had first returned to her country there had been a pagan, Swinburnian 

young man in Asheville, for whose passionate kisses and unsentimental 

conversations she had taken a decided penchant--they had discussed 

the matter pro and con with an intellectual romancing quite devoid of 

sappiness. Eventually she had decided to marry for background, and the 

young pagan from Asheville had gone through a spiritual crisis, joined 

the Catholic Church, and was now--Monsignor Darcy. 

 

"Indeed, Mrs. Blaine, he is still delightful company--quite the 

cardinal's right-hand man." 

 

"Amory will go to him one day, I know," breathed the beautiful lady, 

"and Monsignor Dark will understand him as he understood me." 

 

Amory became thirteen, rather tall and slender, and more than ever on to 

his Celtic mother. He had tutored occasionally--the idea being that he 

was to "keep up," at each place "taking up the work where he left off," 

yet as no tutor ever found the place he left off, his mind was still in 

very good shape. What a few more years of this life would have made of 

him is problematical. However, four hours out from land, Italy bound, 

with Beatrice, his appendix burst, probably from too many meals in bed, 

and after a series of frantic telegrams to Europe and America, to the 

amazement of the passengers the great ship slowly wheeled around and 

returned to New York to deposit Amory at the pier. You will admit that 

if it was not life it was magnificent. 

 

After the operation Beatrice had a nervous breakdown that bore a 

suspicious resemblance to delirium tremens, and Amory was left in 

Minneapolis, destined to spend the ensuing two years with his aunt and 

uncle. There the crude, vulgar air of Western civilization first catches 

him--in his underwear, so to speak. 

 

***** 

 

A KISS FOR AMORY 

 

His lip curled when he read it. 

 

"I am going to have a bobbing party," it said, "on Thursday, 


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