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biS central ramp, out cara put ner
hand upon her arm. II rather like this
quiet light" said she. why should we
not nave a chat?" She sat in the doc
tors large red plush chair, and her
sister cuddled down upon the footstool
at her feet, glancing up at her elder
with a smile upon her lips and a mis-
chievous CLEAN in her eyes. There was
a shade of anxiety in Clara's face,
which cleared away as she gazed into
her sisters frank blue eyes.
Have you anything to tell me, DEAR"
she asked.
Ida gave a little pout and shrug to
her shoulder. The solicitor-general
then opened the case for the prosecu-
tion,' said She" You are going to cross
examine me, Clara, so don't deny it.
/ do wish you would have that gray
satin foulard of yours done up. With
a little trimming and a new white vest
1t would look as good as new. n it Is
really very dowdy."
You were quite late upon the lawn"
said the memorable Clara.
Yes, l was rather. So were you.
Have you anything to tell me-" She
broke away into her merry musical
laugh.
Il was chatting with Mr.. Westma-
colt"
And I was chatting with Mr.. Dem
yer. By the way. Clara, now tell me
truly, what do you think of Mr.. Den
yer? Do you like him? Honestly now"
Il like him very much indeed. I think
that he is one of the most gentlemanly,
modest, manly young men that / have
ever known. So now dear, have you
nothing to tell me?" Clara smoOthed
down her sisters golden hair with a
motherly gesture, and stopped her face
to catch the expected confidence. She
could wish nothing better than that
Ida should be the wife of Harold Dem
yer. and from the words Which she had
overheard as they left the lawn that
evening. she could not doubt that there
was some understanding between them.
That gray foulard dress" she
began.
"Oh, you little tease, Come now. l
will ask o what you have just asked
me. Do you like Harold Denver"
"Oh. he's a darling!"
Ida
We'll. you asked me. That's what |
think of him. And now, you lear old
.inquisitive, you will get nothing more
out of me; so you must wait and not
be too curious. I'm going off to see
what papa is doing" She sprang to
her foot, th-au Le, aruIs rUurru 1rer ri5-
ters neck. gave her a fina squeeze, and
was gone. A chorus from Olivette, sung
In her clear contralto, grew fainter and
fainter until it ended in the slam OF
a distant door.
But Clara Walker still sat in the dim
lii room with hnr chin ,,-~,, -. z.l
n her dreamy eyes looking out into
the gathering gloom. 1t was the duty
or her. a maiden. to play the part of a
mother-to guide mother in paths
which her own steps had not yet trod-
Den. Since her mother died not a
hought had been given to herself. all
was Tor her father and her sister. In
her own eyes she was herself very
plain. and she knew that her manner
was often ungracious when she would
most wish to be gracious. She saw
her face as the glass reflected it. but
she lie not see the changing play of
expression which gave 1t it's charm
the infinite pity, the sympathy. the
sweet womanliness which drew toward
her all who were in doubt and I'm
trouble, even as poor sIow-moving
Charles Westmacott had been draw
to her that night. She was herself. she
thought, outside the pale of love. But
IL was very different with Ida. merry.
little. quick-witted, bright-faced Ida.
She was born for love. 1t was her in
h~eritance. But she was young and in
nocent. She must not be allowed 70
venture too far without help in those
dangerous waters. Some understand
ing there was between her and Harold
Denver. In her heart Of hearts Clara.
like every good woman. was a match
maker. and already she had chosen
Denver OF all men as the one to whom
she could most safely conide Ida. He
had talked to her more than once on
the serious topics of life. on his aspira-
tons. on what n man could do to leave
the world better for his presence. She
knew that he was a man of a noble ma
ture, high-minded and arnes And
yet she did not like this secrecy. this
disinclination upon the part OF one 40
frank and honest as Ida to tell her what
was passing. She would wait. and IL
she got the opportunity next day she
would lead Harold Denver himself on
to this topic. 1t was possible that she
might learn from him what her sister
had refused to tell her.
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