: Perch of the Devil by Atherton Gertrude Franklin Horn - Social classes Fiction; Spouses Fiction; Butte (Mont.) Fiction

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y read far into the night, and she vaguely associated a large table with much erudition. Moreover, she prided herself upon her economy in fuel.

Mr. Whalen sat in one of the hard, upright chairs, his stick across his knee, his gloves laid smartly in the rolling brim of his hat, studying this new specimen and wondering if she could be made to do him credit. He was surprised to find her so beautiful, and not unrefined in style--if only she possessed the acumen to keep her ripe mouth shut. In fact he found her quite the prettiest woman he had seen in Butte, famous for pretty women; and--and--he searched conscientiously for the right word, and blushed as he found it--the most seductive. Ida was vain of the fact that she wore no corset, and that not the least of her attractions was a waist as flexible as an acrobat's. What flesh she had was very firm, her carriage was easy and graceful, the muscles of her back were strong, her lines long and flowing; she walked and moved at all times with an undulating movement usually associated with a warmer temperament. But nature often amuses herself bestowing the semblance and withholding the essence; Ida, calculating and contemptuous of the facile passions of men, amused herself with them, confident of her own immunity.

It was now some time since she had enjoyed the admiration of any man but her husband, and his grew more and more sporadic, was long since dry of novelty. Like most Western husbands, he would not have permitted her to make a friend of any other man, nor even to receive the casual admirer when he was not at home. Ida was full of vanity, although she would have expressed her sudden determination to captivate "little Whalen" merely as a desire to keep her hand in. He was the only man upon whom she was likely to practise at present , and vanity can thirst like a galled palate. She had "sized him up" as a "squirt" , but he was "a long sight better than nothing."

After they had exhausted the nipping weather, and the possibility of a Chinook arriving before night--there was a humming roar high overheard at the moment--she lowered her black eyelashes, lifted herself against the stiff back of her chair with the motion of a snake uncoiling, raised her thick white lids suddenly, and murmured:

"Well, so you're goin' to polish me off? Tell me all my faults! Fire away. I know you'll make a grand success of it. Lord knows , you're different enough from the other men in this jay town."

Mr. Whalen felt as if he were being drenched with honey dew, for he was the type of man whom women take no trouble to educate. But as that sweet unmodulated voice stole about his ear porches he drew himself up stiffly, conscious of a thrill of fear. To become enamoured of the wife of one of these forthright Westerners, who took the law into their own hands, was no part of his gentle programme; but he stared at her fascinated, never having felt anything resembling a thrill before. Moreover, like all people of weak passions, more particularly that type of American that hasn't any, he took pride in his powers of self-control. In a moment he threw off the baleful influence and replied drily.

"I think the lessons would better be oral for a time. Do--do I understand that I am to correct your individual method of expression?"

"That's it, I guess."

"And you won't be offended?" Mr. Whalen's upper teeth were hemispheric, but he had cultivated a paternal and not unpleasing smile. Even the pale blue orbs, fixed defiantly upon the siren, warmed a trifle.

"Well. I don't s'pose I'll like bein' corrected better'n the next, but that's what I'm payin' for. Now that my husband's studyin' for a profession, I guess I'll be in the top set before so very long. There's Mrs. Blake, for instance--her husband told Mr. Compton she'd call this week. Is she all that she's cracked up to be?"

Ida's eyes flashed wide open. "Why not, I'd like to know? Isn't it as good a name as yours?"

"Fire away," said Ida sullenly.

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