Beecher's benafit was
unecessary and well, not respectable.
She was nothing to me, nor I to her. But I watched her
closely. I confess that I was interested in Mr. Beecher. Why
not? He was a Public Character, and entitled to respect. Nay,
even to love. But I maintain and will to my dying day, that such
love is diferent from that ordinaraly born to the Other Sex, and
a thing to be proud of.
Well, I was seeing a drama and did not even know it. After
the rest had gone, Mr. Patten came to the door into Mr.
Beecher's room in the bath-house--they are all in a row, with
doors opening on the sand--and he had a box in his hand. He
looked around, and no one was looking except me, and he did not
see me. He looked very Feirce and Glum, and shortly after he
carried in a chair and a folding card table. I thought this was
very strange, but imagine how I felt when he came out carrying
Mr. Beecher's clothes! He brought them all, going on his tiptoes
and watching every minute. I felt like screaming.
However, I considered that it was a practicle Joke, and I
am no spoil sport. So I sat still and waited.
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