Two Brothers


  “I propose she’s as handsome as any girl,” Maudlin says absently, staring with glazed eyes at the sky far above. Ponting scoffs beside him, whittling his name into the bark of a tree with the knife he swiped from the scullery.
“Let me guess, you intend to make her yours?” he replied wryly.
“Why yes, brother, and for once you shall see me in the throes of victory, not defeat.”
“Why do your conquests have to reside at such lofty heights? She is the sister of Mrs. Williams – once, in fact, a contender to the title of Mrs. Williams. If he couldn’t woo her-”
“One minute, Ponting – Bethany remains single because Mr. Williams rejected her, not t’other way around”
Indeed, that is what Mr. Williams and his endless supply of pride would have you believe. And Bethany’s father is hardly going to argue that his daughter is as difficult to lock down as the brewery on a merry Friday’s eve, is he? He still hopes to marry her off to some poor schmuck.”
“Excuse me, brother, but I have every intention of being that poor shmuck, so stay yourself before you slay yourself.”
“My point is, Maudlin, how do you intend on winning her when the Woman-winner Williams could not.”
“An interesting point,” Maudlin mused, wondering indeed how such a feat may be achieved. Thenceforth passed a silence of the minds, where even Ponting was drawn to the ultimate riddle and it’s elusive answer.
“Perhaps,” he eventually began, much to Maudlin’s delight and excitement, “perhaps you should pay a visit to Mr. Williams this coming Sunday. I hear they are hurting for guests at his estate in Windsortown.
“Visit the man? But why?”
“Well it is no real secret that he is everything Beth once rejected, yes?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“And he is married to a hand-me-down sister of the subject of your desire, correct?”
“Correct, though I’m still unsure-”
So,” Ponting continued, exasperation heavy on every enunciation, “To learn who not to be and at the same moment become an acquaintance of the sister, who no doubt has no ends of dos and don’ts just waiting to be coaxed out of her, I’d wager it would be time well spent, don’t you agree, dear brother?”
Time passed in slow contemplations, until finally, “Yes- I do suppose you’re right, Ponting. I do suppose you’re right.”

~ by Joseph Blame on March 9, 2011.

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