The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-10-08
LOVERS AGAIN.

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black hollow of the bridge, with it's one
moonbeam sharp across the floor, con-
trasted with the awful splendor of the
granite gorge, buttressed and pinnacled
in every rising tier, under the flood of
ghostly light, and if the only object Of
the couple in coming here was to see the
view they were amply repaid.
From their conversation since they
left the hotel, which now lay behind
them, hidden by a fringe of the forest,
it would have been difficult to say that
this was not their only object The
small talk of acquaintanceship, friend
ship and even love is within certain
limits, and among people habituated to
each others conventions practically in
distinguishable. Frequently it is diff
cult to decide why the degrees should
be of so much consequence to the par
ties.
1t was, in this case, knowledge of the
world and the good temper of expert
ence that kept Mrs. Hugonin and Ar
thur Kinnaird on perfectly unrufied
terms with each other. The conviction
that he had long ago forgiven her, graft
flying as it once had been, was now of
such long standing that it had become
confused with her earlier and less justi-
fable conviction that he ultimately
would forgive her.
Thus secure in vindication, the lust
for which the dying Eve bequeathed to
all her sex, Mrs. Hugonin could, with
out the slightest reflection upon her
widowhood, accept once more the COM
partnership of a man who tolerated life
as comfortably as Arthur Kinnaird.
The ilnminence of the climacteric which
she knew to be threatening him was
not to be read from his figure. His step
was alert, his cheeks were bronzed, his
tastes were rational, and what more
could he desire?
She pushed back her dark hair under
it's somewhat youthful cap and, leaning
her elbows on the edge, gazed, without
speaking, at the haunted defile. Kim
naird gave little laughed behind her.
Margaret" he said, upon my word, it
seems as if we were boy ard girl again. ;"
why, particularly" she asked, with
out turning her head.
.sOh, all this summer he replied.
She didn't ask him to be more explicit.
ut is certainly an ideal place she said,
with a half sigh. ''Yet it is foolish to
say that the beauties of nature restore
ones youth. One may feel young again,
but one is not really any the less dispas-
sionate."
81 am not SO sure of that" said Kin.
naird. Il should like to argue the point
with you-if it could be argued.
"You men are all alike" said Mrs.
Hugonin, with an inconsistent shrug Of
her shoulder. "You give up to logic
what was meant for conversation"
Kinnaird stroked his mustache thought
fully for moment. .'And so you think
me dispassionatc? he observed.
"You?" said Mrs. Hugonin, turning
with adelightful laugh. why, Arthur,
there isn't sentiment or a conviction to
whose support society could order you
to contribute"
'.If you mean that" he said slowly,
lit is quite as | feared"
LAS you feared?"
lyon still believe me capable OF as
much mistaken self control as l once
was. AID" he added calmly, II don't
wonder"
Though there was no bitterness ap-
parent IN his tore, Mrs. Hugonin was
startled. Really, this is unlike you,
Arthur" she said gravely, but yet with
a sense of amusement. ''You petulant
with your past? You provoked with your
recollections? Indeed | have mistaken
you"
He laughed, but gently. Come" he
said, lyon have no right to be ironical
Though once let you go, it was because
thought You wished to be released"
Upon my word, Arthur" said Mrs.
Hugonin, II did not know you were
serious; or | should not have taken this
as a joke"
81 am entirely serious.
Really said Mrs Hugonin, and she
spoke with some irritation. II thought
all had been forgotten and forgiven
years ago" Then she drew herself Up
p1ouQly. Van IL DC tilsst dlter all tEts
time you have conceived the childish
whim Of forcing NE to at-to an Apology
mo hardly that
81 am ready to make it, she went OF
"But if l ,do"--
Kinnaird moved to the window beside
her and laid his hand Oh her arm. .'You
are much mistaken" he said, in the I'LL,
disturbed voice which SO provoked her.
"You must indeed think that am TAX
ing leave Of my years. I never had
much vanity, think, but what / had
when was younger never made pet
Of. Look over there at the rocks and
what do you seer
"Rocks-and moonlight. But, Ar
thur"--
The rocks make me recollect," he
went ca, unheeding, that one day when
yo.s were about seventeen you and J
climbed Lone mountain together. Aud
when we reached the ravine you insisted
on going first, and | let you. Now / did
that because l reelected that if you fell! ]
coT1IJ catnh yo5J :"