The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-08-05
Dear Lady Christopher. you have SO


d. meant WELL"
Lady Christopher met Sir Brooke
presently on her way, as she sprang to
assist her swaying progress, Honoria
saying she must post her journal, and
leaving him. He held in his fingers the
rose she had happened to drop from her
jacket.
You find the American Beauty very
agreeable, Sir Brooke" she said, amia-
bly,.
Fine" he said. every full blown"
"a little too much So" she replied,
opening her eyes.
II shall try to transplant It," he said.
as that wise?"
ooh, l have arranged It,"
''Is it possibie-do I understand
YOU"
But there are many others like
better"
"Then why in the world do you"
"Why must l limit myself to one? II
there Were only one rose, l should say
the lovely white English rose with its
pure heart was the one. But l don't
know why i may not have that and
this too"
Lady Christopher looked straight be-
fore her. as If she were turning to stone.
Sir Brooke was Sir Brooke, and the pos
sible heir to a dukedom besides, and
muh must be condoned. But for the
moment Lady Christopher felt she was
in very strange company, and walked
on alone.
The Neckan made no haste, lettering
up the coast. She put into port once,
and Honoria went ashore with Sir
Brooke to show him q certain scheme
of frescOes where. on the interior walls
of a public building the pristine SIM
plicity of art on the first floor led to
the graphic Interpretation OF romance
on the next. land, still. mounting. to the
utmost compleXity Of decoration on a
flight higher
Il must show you," she said, that we
do have some things over here as fine as
the best you have at home"
You showed me that long ago." he
said.
II she did not announe her neighbOr-
hood to Chauncey Parkes 1t was because
she was not sure. she said to herself,
that 1t was worth while for so short a
time. And then one night they watched
the great light house lay its revolving
beams upon the water az they lay at
anchor off the shoals while the Van
derwaters went to see some friends
there. And when they reached Bar Har-
Dor there was a weeks festivity there,
and every hour of it all that Sir Brooke
passed with Honoria she was certainly
lovlier than she had been before. He
was still young, and in spite of his own
ideas of his prowess in affairs of the
heart, he was more familiar with big
game in Africa than with women in
drawing rooms. And If, her beauty
dazzling. her rather proud and arch
spirit making her sweetness the more
hOneyed, she did not quite carry cap
tive the simplicity of his nature, 1t was
perhaps because certain sincerity
there, underlying faults and follies fail
ed to strike an answering note in hers.
Possibly there was a certain fascination
in the alternate attraction and repul-
sion that he experienced; and he never
felt it more than one morning when he
left her leaning forward over a balus-
trade a trellis above her waving its
white York roses in the sunny wind
everywhere against blue sky above her
and around her, and her own red roses
clasped on her breast while her hair
escaped from the white lace scarf
blown off from her head like the scarf
of Iris. her color rose and dimpled and
deepened, her wide open eyes reflected
the CLEANS Of the sa, and her smile the
intensity of the sunshine.
81 shall never see rose" he said,
without thinking of you. Although l
often wonder why it Is this particular
rose you so affect"
Because it Is particularly delicious
she said.
mo more sO-except because you
wear It," he was holding her hand at the
moment, than others that l know"
She bent and held her lips q moment
at the toDmost blossom of the bunch
she wore.
IF you were abroad" he went ON.
"you might challenge the world with it,
your type, and symbol and namesake.
But here-it seems to me today that
white rose overhead is far more like
you"
do you really think that flower like
me? Look at 1t. 1t Is so open. Why,
you can see its heart!'
mo one can see your heart" he eX-
claimed. And he could not tell II that
wide gaze of her lucid eyes We're limpid
look of innocence or liquid depth of
guile.
With her disengaged hand she 1oos-
ened the rose her lips had touched. and
held it towards him. II never gave you
one before. Show me one more perfect" 4"
she said.
81 would have promised without fail,
when come back where roses are. But
your lips have rested on 1t, and you give
1t to mellow can there be rose more
perfect" he exclaimed. And then the
Neckan people were upon them, and he
was gone with them.
It's well enough for a fellow with
money to burn like you" Billy said to
him. But an impecunious British no
bleman. as the ID. d. calls me, is we'll out
of that"
"Such an extraordinary relief" said
Lady Christopher, as they steamed
away and left Honoria and Mrs. Den
nett behind.
To be Concluded. lii