New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-07-08

IT'S rather late for a CALI he laughed "Will
YOU sit down, tOO?'
Certainly" she replied, with a feeling Of en-
berrass mont al meeting him under sucn pecu-
liar circumstances for the first time since MS
wifes death.
Il am very sor~y for your trouble" she said as
she took her seat the bench again she
could not think Of any but the conventional
words with which to express her sympathy
Thank you. knew you would De sorry II
was quite uneXpected-at the end. When you're
prepared for it for a long time, Il always comes
surprise.
Evelyn asked the usual questions about the
dead woman. She knew how futile words We're
at such a time. but she could not help speaking
1T has quite upset me-" said Webb. "of
course that's only naturaI MA mas H'p m,g III,
I've lust been been over to Hui. rs pretty long
stre'ch-six miles each way. az least"
Il haven't been able to sleep lately ether
Indeed: I'm sorry to hear It. It's dread;
fui trial-s!eeplessnesS. i takes all me morn
and physical support away from one. But one
can do a great deal of thinking in the silence or
the night
TOO much"
Yes that Is true. There are times when KS
best not think at all
Those are just the times when you can't help
thinking most"
land think Of the present and the future But
It's what has been done and what has been lost
that tries MS" Then. after pause, ne went
life again and undo mistakes. II we could have
our wish we might not make the same mistakes;
but we'd make others just as bad.
Some Of us don't want 10 live our lives over
again EVELYN said quietly. zone Is enough"
Il have felt that too II would be horrible 10
have regrets for moro than one life wouldn't II
But lately I've been thinking. that II ! only
had youth back again. should do good deaI
more than I have done with IT, 1t Is a terrible
thing for a man to feel that he had MADE
failure Of his opportunities
cant
That is just how do feel | am forty-three
years Old. and what have ! done with my me-
Before was twcntY-sevcn wrote TWO
novels. They had some success and people pre-
dictod great things for me But I've never ac-
complshcd the great things we Simply Tes'ru
on the poor little laurels that Won in the en-
thusiasrn Of youth Tho best years OF my ne,
the mature years have been wasted. And now
I'm just going into the scre and yellow zeal
EVELYN felt tempted 90 say mat the best
achievements we're not the most conspicuous
ones. but she feared the remark would sound
trite and besides it would show too intimate a
knowledge OF his life. - she remarked, instead:
rs forty-three the sere and yellow leaf? /
didn't know IL began 50 early.
1T has begun FOR me- In afraid he laughed.
Il feel old and rusty.
But - many writers have done th'r pest
things after forty"
YES. I've thought Of that. But they had
been hard at work TO- years; they'd been pre-
pairing themselves. haven't been preparing
myself: I've been going 10 seed"
I'm sure it isn't too late-to-to 20 on again
She felt embarrassed having said this; Il seemed
like presumption. But Oswald Webb took IL
very seriously.
Don't YOU think SOP" he cried Il have been
wondering, I've thought Of it-of trying ali over
again Ever since my marriage I've been
dilettante. l lost my spar then. | had a
rich wife didn't need 70 work There's ~ In
contive like poverty"
That is true" said Evelyn. fervently.
Il might 20 on leading the life ~ a dllettan'e
all my days If chose It's very pleasant But
there's something unsatisfactory bout f.. Mtcr
all. there's nothing Ike being IN INC struggle -
life Even If You fail there's something *
hilaratng in 1t. missed It at first didn't
know what the matter WAS. Besides. ! was en-
joying the novelty = having plenty ~ money. am
buying all the books needed read and read.
and by-and-by lost the impulse to write any
thing extended. let things drop. | merely
chung % my reviewing as a Kind Z excuse"
writing now than YOU were before" said Evelyn
You must know life 50 much better"
ooh. yes. | ough; to have prontel by my cx-
perience. Perhaps have. Bu, ~ hard T. g,
the impulse again. Besides. I've lost the habit
Of studying life. I've studied only books" Then
TOO much about himself He rose quickly and
with these things"
They don't bore me-" Evelyn replied They
interest me very much. ONLY hopc-I hope
YOU Wi'-that You VIII begin again"
PeTheps You encourage me-. will" he
SAID, with a smile. II need incentive"
she ielt her face growing ho' Ia tho dark; and
She was glad he could not see g. Her mind went
back t. her last talk with Mrs webb
Il suppose every one needs incentive"
some need n more than others. They have
TO be helped out # groove. ! feel as II Were
In deep rut. I'm not contcnfed there, and y,t
its hard work To- yet out"
He stood on the piazza for moment. appar-
entity hesitatlng. Have you begun 10 study
your new part?" he asked.
Eyes. kn'w I; fairly Wei now"
And you ike it?'
Every much"
81 should Rl,, IKE to 60 over It with you-N you
Il have to keep myself occupied. you know"
he said with smile. IT would interest me
v'ry much. When SHAH come"
ANY time" She sald. we don't begin re-
hearsals for three weeks"
"Ah. so soon as that? will bring the girls
They're coming with their mother 10 pay me a
visit next week. You know what a fancy they
have taken 10 YOU"
He turned away and started TO leave the
piazza you must pardon me for making such
an unconventional call" he whispered looking
back from the darkness.
She made no reply. for she was lust closing
the heavy door. When she reached her room she
sat the bed for several moments without
lighting the gas. a picture Of Mrs. Webb
she had appeared on the day Of their last talk.
haggard and worn and bright-eycd seemed to be
dancing In her brain she put her hands 10 her
temples ~ 70 still their throbbng Then
she stood w and Iii thu gas. She opened a
little cabinet in the corner Of the room and drew
out a small box. and from this she took a cabinet
photograph Of Harold Seymour 1t was one that
she had seen in a shop window in Cleveland. a
few weeks after their engagement was broken,
and had bought. She had sent back all her other
long time she raised II 10 her lips and kissed Il.
Then she put II back in the box. returned the box
to the cabinet, and went to bed.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
Next morning after breakfast Miss CoTey was