Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1895-07-23
SHE WAS RIGHT.

1
Aubrey Everdene looked ont upon
Saclviles street and yawned. Only an
instant before he had written FiDis"
to an article with dash of the pen
across the last sheet, and now the man
uscript lay ready for the post among
the debris of printers proofs. new nov
els awaiting review. etc. with which
the writing table was strewn.
One of the best known litterateurs IN
London and brilliant conversational
ist, his tongue could be as scathing as
his pen, and it was said of him with re-
gard to the latter weapon of warfare
that in half dozen polished sentences
he could do more toward damning a
book than any two of his compeers. A
big, loosely made man, Mr.. Everdene,
with shrewd, gray eyes and the pessi-
| Inism of modern. Studying his face as
he lounged by the window, his hands
in the pockets of his smoking jacket,
one could see that he had lively sense
of humor combined with his other char
acteristics and understood the interest
his personality aroused.
Presently servant brought him
visiting card on salver. ''The lady
would be obliged if you would grant
her an interview, sir. /"
LADY Hilyard, +" muttered Eyerdene,
reading the inscription. 81 can't recall
the name. Bother the womani What
does she want? However-ask her to
come up, Blake. -
When she entered, a fair, elegant
woman of perhaps five and twenty, in an
irreproachable Partisan toilet, he was
still more convinced that he had not the
privilege of her acquaintance.
''Mr. Aubrey Eyerdene?" she queried.
Mr.. Everdene bowed.
'tPray take seat, madam.
"No," she said. 81 have come to
quarrel with you, and don't sit down
in the houses of my enemies. "
"To quarrel with mep His eyebrows
went up. The thought came to him that
his visitor was not in her right mind
eyes. Perhaps I had better explain
myself at once. I am the author of
Fashion aud Footlights. -
8: fashion and Footlights, he re-
fiected aloud. Fashion and Foot
lights. Har'
Comprehension stole over his face,
and with it slight amusement. he
fished among a pile of volumes and
brought out three bound with an ele-
gance destined to win the hearts OF sub
urban circulating libraries.
ttHere it is. reviewed it in The
Centurian, didn't II"
NO." she said, ''you hanged and
quartered it tr'
''I am sorryl May ask how you
found out that I was the culprit?"
.'Oh, by accidentl It's a long story
and unimportant, since you don't deny
the impntation. Now, Mr.. Everdene.
know it is very impertinent of me, a
stranger, to come to your private adj
dress and worry you. am doing very
unusual thing, I am afraid, and Mrs.
Grundy would be Mortified But fools
rush in, you know, and widows are
privileged You must have little pa
thence with me, because for the first
time her lips relaxed, and she smiled
smile that was sweetness itself-''weu,
Just because I'm a woman and you're
gentleman Acknowledge the truth now
on your honor. Don't you think you
were unnecessarily harsh to my poor lit
tie literary effort?"
"No," he said bluntly. "I always
give my true opinion of things, and
consider your book had many faults.
If she had been man. he would have
said, ST thought it was excessively
bad, - with the brusqueness of convic-
ton, and probably declined to discuss
the matter. But to lady it was impos-
sible to be rude. he regarded her alb
surdly unconventional presence with
tolerant kndliness.
''Of course I admit that there are
faults, but upon one or two points in
your criticism cannot agree with you-
1 should very much like to discuss them
with you. May I?''
s'Certain1y." His mouth was twitch-
ing under his heavy mustache. "But
don't you think, pending the verdict,
that you had better sit down? You will
be fatigued. If you'll permit me to
wheel this armchair nearer the fire for
you-sop'
Having carefully arranged it so that
she should face the light, he seated him
self opposite to her-the A Boo diplo-
macy. but she did not appear to notice
it. She was drawing arabesques ON the
carpet with the point of her ivory han
died umbrella.
81 should very much like to know"
sne SAID, Wnat you tn1nk Oh me Iof
coming here?"
81 think you are plucly-yes, and
recklessly unconventional.
Candid, at any ratel And 1 Ike
that +" She looked up. Now for the
first Indictment ON the list. Mr. Ever
dene. You accuse me OF improhability,
1 deny it. J"
His manner bordered upon preoccupaz
ton. In truth, he was thinking what
wonderful Iashes she had and how be-
coming a flush OF excitement could be
to clear, pale skin
sfYon assert, " she continued warm
". .tthat it is ridiculous to suppose that
a man and woman could fall IN love
AT first sight, as make my hero and
heroine do, and that such proceedings
are limited to boys and girls in their
teens and the pages of penny fiction
should have thought that Mr.. Aubrey