Bennington semi-weekly banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 1894-1902, 1895-03-22
sEMTWEEKTY BANNER, FRIDAY, MARCH %, 1896

In novel, and that which interests one
most, is the friends he makes with the
characters. In 'Trilby' you cannot help
liking Big Taffy and the Laird. They
carry the story for interest The strength,
| however, is in Svengali, who was great,
although not admirable. Trilby did not
move me because she was rather forced
production. l doubt, however, if most
people will agree with me about her."
Il don't think that Du Maurier was
really fair with Svengali, Mrs. Clemen-
try INTERCEPTED. He was really genius.
His taking Trilby's great voice and sing
ing with it is the one idea of the book"
II agree with you. Du Maurier's mis-
take was his affection for Little Billee,
who, think, is most embarrassing.
The conversation drifted along. Mrs.
| Clementry had ideas and much originality
| of thought Warburton was surprised at
her broadness and courage. She had tray
eled considerably and had put herself out
to talk with the writers of books in which
she was interested. She told him some
things about Beatrice Harraden that rath-
er surprised him-how this woman, an in
valid, had told her that it took months to.
write "Ships That Pass In the Night"
that she had no stenographer and had
penned line by line herself while in great
| physical pain.
"'Ships That Pass In the Night, )" said
| Warburton, lis a refreshing little story,
but 1t does not show a great amount of
mentality in the writer. Its real charm is
its cleanness and the impression you get
as to the purity of mind of the author.
| After l read it l ran across some sketches
| by the same writer, among which was
| The Umbrella Member to which Ships
| That Pass In the Night is a sequel, the
child of the artist Bernard being the Ber-
nardine, and the umbrella member the old
bookworm. This latter story always i'm
pressed me as most weird and gave me
doubts as to the authors sanity"
Mrs. Clementry came back in a very little
while to Peter Ibbetscn,' in which she
| showed more than casual interest, and
which she really thought more of at this
/ moment than ever before. Perhaps it was
because of the gulf that separated Ibbet-
sen and Mimsey, and that Warburton was
going away. The spiritual union of the
duchess and the prisoner was moving her
strangely.
WarburtGn glanced at the mantel clock.
DO you know, " he said, lit is five min
utes after midnight l have never known
time to pass quicker"
He arose to 90. Mrs. Clementry stood,
too, her graceful figure inclining toward
him.
"Whcn do you start for South Amer
ica?" she asked almost timidly
"A week from today" he replied.
"Won't you come and see me before
you go?'
| He hpSitotpI hpfOra
II promise you, she said, mot to pre-
vent your departure, for 1 realize it is bet
ter for both of us that you should CO."
81 will see you" he said simply.
Tomorrow EVENING"" she asked.
Tomorrow evening"
And Warburton walked down stairs,
his heart expanding by what Du Mauricr
would have called her dovelike look of
soft and warm solicitude."
1t was Warburton's day for starting.
He had not slept we'll. Morning found
him restless, depressed. He had seen Mrs.
Clementry daily since he had told her he
was going. She had grown upon him.
She showed him the finer side of her ma
ture, as women will do to men they care
for The parting would DO heart wrench
ing for him. He ate little breakfast, me.
Chemically glanced through his paper with.
out understanding what he read and
waited impatiently for 2, the hour that
he was to call and bid her goodby.
And Mrs. Clementry-how was this
parting affecting her? She could not have
told you herself. When WarburtorT wa,
ushered in, she held out her hand to hin
with the timidty of a girl of IS.
WELL" said Warburton, with forced
cheerfulness, Il have como to bid you
goodby and get your godspeed."
You knew you would lave that" shC
answered. what time will you have tt
leave here to catch your train?''
1t leaves at s." he replied, land thu
drive to the station is half an hour"
The 90 minutes seemed sEery shor
time, considering that he would be gont
for years-that he would not see her again
A look of pain crossed his face and tn,
woman in her-that protecting tenderness
made her yoarn to put her arm abou
his throat, to draw him to her, TO cOmfor
him, to tell him that she loved him. tina
If it would make him happier she would
abandon everything, sacrifice everything
and 20 with him to the ends of the earth
And he was soothed by this unspokel
sympathy.
81 am glad and sorry that 1 met you,
he said after awhile. ''Glad because yol
have awakened in me the truest affection
l ever felt, sorry because l may never Sc
you again. OF course l shall suffer, bu
suffering caused by absence has with it
rare sweetness that lArigates the pain
There is no bitterness Nit-nO sting. l
finally becomes reverence, ~
But the pain was there all the same
and he walked to the mantel and aimless
ly toyed with the bric-a-brac, that h
might not show too much feeling. Mrs
Clementry came near him.
Such reverence is sweet indeed, sh
said softly, but believe that l will suffe
moro than you. l know that you will for
get me in time; that you will meet an
other woman whom you will love wit
the great strength that is within you, an
whom envy even now. felt when frs
met you that you were different fror
most men-more earnest, more sincere
felt piqued at your neglect l though
} about you. You must know what thi
means to an ice, aimless woman. The
saw you that night at Carmen Th
} thought that you were with another won
an disturbed me. l could not resist senC
ing for you, and now-now realize til
mistake"
1.-THE elasticity of affection is our grei