New-York tribune., 1896-12-27


case" but Mrs. John shook her head ana re,
membered that misogynists-and Worsiey had
/, always pro.essed himself one-are convertedsby
the simple medium of a glance.
One day she drove over with flowers grapes
and little patronage. TO see the Invalid fhEI-
Ida the name she had bestowed ON tne
stranger to meet The sort Of adjectives with
which her brother-in-law had painted her
Now. Mrs. John brisk. wide-awake little
person. who prided herself on reading riddles.
and came to Brescoe quite assured that she
would quickly find out whether the young wo-
man possessed a grandfather. mind or manner
But Miss Marjoram. reading letters in the Wlue
window, with a pucker upon her broad white
brow. was in her most uncommunicative mood
Simple. ingenious. timid. My dear Worsley.
she is the veriest bit of ce-dsdainful ice, too.
How blind men are.' cried the small lady ON her
return to Dun Moor Manor.
Mr.. Worsley Frcre who was putting a few
sporting and scientific trophies into box.
turned his deep eyes OIL his sister-in- law doubt
fully. Are we?" said he: Il suppose We are"
TO prove how blind he felt himself impeled 10
ride over TO the old coaching- inn for the second
time in three days.
Mrs John watched him start. and. standing
under tn" venerable porch said 10 herself,
"Phyllida, indeed. But your learned man is al
WAYS a bat.'
TO the bat nevertheless. Miss Marjoram
corded her usual bright smile
You have brought them, How nice Of YOU.
You give me such peeps into an unknown world
that | forgot my enforced rest
He opened the box he had brought with him.
and spread out these signs Of his activity before
her-photographs neatly mounted with nfnites-
imal notes at the foot of each specimens of the
African flora and fauna and scraps Of all sorts;
and with her hands folded in the pathetic atti-
tude ne had begun to know so well. she listened
to his description Of the expeditions in which
each item had been secured. and laughed and
sighed her comments
Suddenly. with change from the wistfu to
the peremptory, Mr. Frere" she said why do
YOU grudge the wide field to women in a world
where there is so much 10 do and see?'
They are untitled for II. Home should he
their province"
Cl,o ,r..ir,.
is nothing to some people if it is everything 10
others With you, suppose. il is meant to cover
a multitude of desires. But it doesn't often. If
YOU keen on scaling mountain tops or crossing
deserts. had been condemned 10 tread feather
beds-how would you have liked it? Men are
su'- She halted
50 what" he asked amused at this uncX-
pected display of temper.
But she laughing, now, with the childlike
look in her eyes $50 discriminating and wise.
They know just which is the most reprehcnsiblc
and clamorous among the new women. Let me
If / can touch them off in right order" She
laid her soft, sound hand before her. and begin
ming with the indeX-finger. said soberly: First,
, the lady Orator.
He nodded smiling; her pretty warmth was di-
vcrtng
"Then-the lady-tournalist." She paused.
with her wide eyes him questioningly. Her
appea--there was nothing didactc in Mary Mar
jorarn-pleased him in some subtle way
"Or shall we put the lady-journalist frst?' he
said entering into her mood "She is generally
aggressive square-toed and badly dressed"
Three things that no wise man would pardon,
she agreed. medtativey. "Third"-
But just then Mrs Greenfield entered with tea.
and she dismissed the subject with half-petu-
liant laugh. Don't let us waste ebbng daylight
such unattractiVe section of society
the advanced woman" she cried. You haven't
told me half about Your African adventures"
And with question and answer they whiled
away the twilight.
1t days before he came again-a glow
ing October evening.
DIR. Forsythe says l am almost well. shall
o. Npp IN Cpf hI Ia
"Work?" he said. for il her playful dependent
ways she had never struck him a working
woman
she laughed low at his perplcxity. Hats and
| bonnets must be made. You see, Mr.. Frere. even
though the season is over" And though she
had not declared herself a mner in many
words. her remark sent an odd stab through
his big frame.
He got up and went to the window.
This being so." she went cheerfully. You
how much. how very much | owe you, who
saved my hand 10 me 10 stitch and seam and
gather pence. Mr. Frere, thank-I do thank
He shrugged his shoulders rrtably 1T was
nothing"
point of view. 1t isn't mine"
He stood still. staring at the yellow sky ana
| the bare. far moons
Miss Marjoram. do you believe I'm marriage
between people Of different tastes" he pres
emily asked. abruptly "Do YOU think. for in
stance tha; an artist would be happy with
an artist-a literary man with literary wom
an?'
Most probably not" she said shortly.
| They were silent for time; then she re-
! sumed in different tone II have been quite
| happy here alone out Of the beaten track
/ WONDER wonder how your holiday has agreed
with YOU? little pause in an ADVENTUROUS
life-a full-stop between two sentenc's-is
| that il ."
Yes" he said carelcssly, "a parenthcss-a
! pleasant parenthosis'
He didn't know il would be his last word
with her at Brescoe. When he rode up few
days later he found Miss Marjoran had gone
Greenfield said. The telegram was lying on the
/ table. He picked it UP mechanically.
/ 1t was addressed to the Honorable Mary Mar
| joram by Lady Joanna pierpont at Iordighera.
and said merely. Come once
1T seems" remarked the landlady. standing
! by. that she quite a great lady-a writer
and rich. with my Lady Joanna Pierpoint for
aunt. and all sorts of fine connections. But
she had disagreed with them. The old lady
wanted her to stay at homo and do nothing.
and Miss Marjoram wanted TO go out and do
great deal. She told me she got tired Of sitting
on cushion and sewing fine seam: Wen.
It's every one 10 their tastes. And, whatever
hers were. she was the pleasantest-spok
young lady ever came across"
WOrsley Frere rode home slowly. and going
found himself face TO face with a problem 4
great blank had suddenly entered into his life.
| and he was trying to argue II away. He Ia
| Mrs John Frere that he going take
run to the Continent preparatory to his voyage
! 10 Africa
1t was Just week later that he came across
| a slight figure leaning in brief absence from
| a sick roorn-toward the sleeping Mediterranean.
The palms and villas Of Bordighera were
! around: behind. steeply and sharply. rose the
picturesque buildings Of the old town, the ca
| thedral dominating them.
He man of prompt measures. and, hav-
! ing examined his heart. knew IL. What made
I YOU do it, he said quietly. sitting down beside
her and displacing an armful Of roses she had
| laid along the seat
She turned, and quick. unbidden glow
| sprang into her eyes
"A love Of the unconventional" she said
/ lightly: the same reason that made shy
/ against poor Aunt Joanna's social routine and
/ turn journalist. ] came TO IrcscOe 10 contribute a
column on its cOttage-hospijal. and | mct-yes
! IL must have been there | met YOU ! wonder
| shall We meet again, Cor must 70 in 20 my
| Invalid now. She /: XerV 81 GoOibV."