Wells College - Cardinal Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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ELINOR. Elinor obeyed languidly, throwing down her book as she left the roorn. MRS. JoNEs. Her mother smiled complacently to herself. I do hope Jehu Middleton will come to the point to-night. SCENE II ELINOR and JEHU. Elinor and Jehu entered the conservatory together and sat down. ELINOR. She, still looking away indifferently. JEHU. While he gazed at her ardently, and exclaimed, Elinor, then lost his courage. Er, did you like the Russian orchestra? ELINOR. She turned to him radiantly, Jehu, I'm so glad you are getting interested in music. JEHU. He leaned forward eagerly. Why, Elinor, you know I am interested in anything you like. ELINOR. She turned away with a slight expression of annoyance. JEHU. Gathering courage, he plunged in boldly Elinor, I want to ask you again if you will marry me. ELINOR. She laughed flippantly, playing with her rings. My dear boy, the trouble is that I really can't make up my mind. JEHU. He exclaimed indignantly, 'fWhy can't you be serious. I assure you, this is no laughing matter for me. ELINOR. She seemed to see his point. It is horrid of me. I am ashamed of myself- JEHU. 'AWell then Elinore- ELINOR. But she stopped him. Jehu, I will decide. She put her hand to her forehead and sighed. I will make myself. JEHU. He smiled hopefully and would have taken her hand. ELINOR. But she rose, and said with an air of finality, 'fTornorrow, I will decide, and if I telephone to you to come and see me in the evening, you will know that I am going to take you. She was thinking, Then I can't change my mind at the last minute. JEHU. He rose. ELINOR and JEHU. And they went together out of the conservatory. II4

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Gitnu Short Bramas This genre has the merits of the drama and the novel. The vividness of the drama is combined with the intimacy of the novel so that no doubt is left in the reader's mind as to what the characters are thinking. The modern tendency toward the psychological reaches its apex in this new analytical method Where science and art go hand in hand. The Eecisinn ELINOR JONES. MRS. JONES, her mother. JEHU MIDDLETON. SCENE I ELINOR. Elinor Jones was sitting beside the fire and ostensibly reading a best-seller. How little her at- tention Was fixed was seen When she suddenly exclaimed, Dear me, I have such a dreadful time deciding What to do. If I can't make up my mind Whether or not to go to a silly party, how am I going to decide on the important things? MRS. JONES. Her mother bustled into the room in an authoritative fashion. My dear child, how you are Wasting your time. You telephoned, of course, to the Middletons, to say you are coming? ELINOR. Elinor shrugged her shoulders indifferently, and stared out of the Window. No, I haven't. I hardly think I Will. MRS. JONES. Her mother laughed indulgently and patted her daughter's hair. It doesn't matter as they said they expected you. ELINOR. It was evident from Elinor's expression that her mind was not at rest. MRS. JoNEs. But her mother settled the matter by pulling her to her feet. Go and get dressed, dear. You'll surely have a pleasant time. II3

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SCENE III MRS. JONES. Mrs. Jones Was standing alone in the drawing-room. I-Ier air Was distinctly self-congratulatory. Well, Well, she Was thinking, I certainly am fortunate to get Elinor engaged at last, I Was afraid she Was hope- less. She leaned forward listening. That's her step. I could see last night from Jehu's expression that he had spokenf' ELINOR. Elinor came in slowly with a hunted look, and did not appear to see her mother. Dreadful, she muttered, this deciding. MRS. JONES. Oh, oh! honey, you'd better put on a becoming dress to-night. I expect Jehu Middleton will be coming over. ELINOR. Elinor started violently. Could she have heard me? She asked herself. Why do you think so, Mother? MRS. JONES. Oh, I Wanted to see him, and I just telephoned over. He Wasn't there so I left a message. She added coyly, HSaid one of the ladies at the Jones's house would like to see him. ELINOR. Elinor Scowled, then shrugged her shoulders and the Worried look left her face. Well, Mother, she laughed, kissing her, What shall I Wear? My rose chiffon? Curtain. Qirmengarhfs Qiuratnz MRS. JEDLOW. HER SISTER. ERMENGARDE EMILY Her daughters. CLARQA BISHOP JEDLOVV, her husband. DR. HAWKES. HAL PENDLETON. ST. JoHN EVERS. SCENE I MRS. JEDLOW. Mrs. Jedlovv, the BiShop's Wife, an unapproachable Woman, entered the garden and sat down at the tea-table. IIS