Evening star., 1896-07-04

just think about the chapter on The New
| Lightv"
Alas for the eternal resurrections of self.
approval!
PERHAPS that wasn't as bad as the res:. st
$50 bad! 1t was beautiful. And that one
about.what was it? Oh, yes-Zest ir
There was an idea in that. but the
oh. bother the working out!' cried Mrs
Baines. Now, aren't you sorry?'
Baines had begun to be little sorry.
Il thought 1t best not to risk a fail.
| ure, dear" he pleaded.
You thought! Mr.. Caxtcn was kind
enough to thiEk!'
Anyhow, Addie, you mustn't be angry
with Cax ton. He meant it most kindly"
sayw
He did. indeed. He may have been
hasty-"
he was? Now, wasn't hep
We'll, dear could hardly consider the
natter calmly then"
I should think not. with me lying halt
deed. Aren't you sorry now?'
There was 70 escaping it, His wife's
trust revived his own confidence; mem
ory painted the dull-hued book In bright
colors. Neither to her. nor to himself
could he persist in his ascetic denial of
merit to his work
II am half sorry" he said. But we
must be just to Caxton"
Il am just" declared Addie, "and it's
all his fault And 1 love you more than
ever, dear Addington. You must write il
aGsin!'
Il couldn't: indeed, couldn't he cried,
in swift terror; for the vision of those
barren, torturing hours before his desk
rose to his eyes.
On. Of course, you feel that now" said
she. soothingly. But some day you'll feel
different. Some day. won't you. dear?"
And Addington Baines said: We'll. per-
haps. some day.
When Addic put it like that the pro.
fessor could not deny that possibly she
might be right.
My dear young lady, nobody is infal-
lible except professors said he "Cax-
toms got sound judgment, though"
You never did justice TO my husband S
abilities" said she. reproachfully.
Now, that's too bad! Ny pursuits are
SO different from his that
well. and what does Mr.. Caxton know
about those things Arlington writes on?
Now, professor would You burn another
mans book?'
Not without his consent" said the pro-
fessor.
And would you ask his consent when
his wife was almost dying and he was
utterly upset?'
There, I'm not going to get into trouble
by defending the fellow. He's big enough
to look after himself
III your you lulNk ne was
wrong?'
I'm my heart. my dear lady, I know
nothing about it,
Il asked him to come here today I'm
going to tell him what think about it."
The professor pulled out his watch with
bCrlesque anxiety.
Il think I'll be going" said he. I've an
appointment
The professor went, and presently Tom
Caxton came. He greeted Addie with the
excessive and unnatural urbanity Of a man
who knows that he is going to be scolded
| 1t is like a dogs cringing wag Of the tail
when the whip comes in sight Addie
| plunged into the subject at once, and with
| out giving him an opportunity of speaking
| INDUCED in er eloquent rebuke of his hasti-
ness, thoughtlessness, levity and self-as-
surance.
We'll, Mr. Caxton," she asked, at last,
have you nothing to say?"
PART "
II am incorrigible, Mrs. Baines," he an
| swered. II still think was right
She raised her hands in a gesture OF
desparing establishment.
1.-The book" he went on, would have
done nothing but harm to your husband S
reputation.
But read 1t, and 1t was splendid"
"Weil you know, my opinion was asked,
| rot offered-and I could only give it. His
| talents are not in that direction"
You think he has no talents at all, /
suppose?" she asked, bitterly
IT'S no use arguing about it. If Adding