The record-union., 1897-11-14
Il hope we shall meet again. Miss"
She shook her head thoughtfully.


| She shook her head thoughtfully.
| NO" she said, that cannot be-"
/ A lump came into Mr.. Laws throat,
and stopped the protest that he was
about to make. The thought that this
| high-b born damsel should have entered
| his life for but a few hours. and that
| she would now pass out of ii, had some
thing pathetic about it. He could not
prevent a feeling of self-compassion.
Miss Molyneux offered her hand, and
| he. with swift remembrance of the
rehearsal in William-st.. lifted his soft
hat and bent respectfully and kissed the
yellow kid glove.
II shall never forget YOU" he said
quietly.
What nonsense!" said Miss Molly
neux, smiling. why, you'll meet some
| one in your own
Il shall always be faithful" he said,
''to your memory"
She laughed a little and turned
through the Arch into Oxford street. At
the nearly continuous line of buses
, she stopped and looked back, but Mr..
Laws eyes were fixed upon the
ground and he did not see the wave
of the hand that she gave him before
disappearing among the traffic. Mr..
Laws sat down upon a seat and. rest
ing his chin upon both fists, remained
in a fixed position for near upon an
hour. When, presently a glance at the
| Illuminated clock told him that 1t was
$50 O'Clock, he rose and walked very
| briskly and very happily on.
He had persuaded himself into the
CHEEKY confidence that he would surely
see her again: he had decided on GER
I fsTt l.
himself up so that he might feel less
abased in her presence. He would give
up all this park oratory and all minor
politics, and join one of the polytech-
MICS and learn everything in the sylIa-
bus from animal physiology to zoology:
the remembrance of their meeting
would always be sufficient to nerve him
to great efforts.
He turned into Orchard street and
found himself in an imposing-looking
square. Inside the gate of one of the
huge houses two people We're talking.
and the voice of one of these caused
the young man to stop instantly.
"Ol,. it has been a day MIR Walker"
said the voice that ne recognized, COM
plainingly. 1T got so dull once or
twice that l simply put on my hat and
went straight out of the house into one
of the parks"
Mind You, / don't exactly hold with
the parks for young ladies all by their
selves, remarked the tall man warn
ingly You never know who YOU are
going to run up against"
'Oh, / can take care of myself. |
never give anybody the slightest en-
couragement. How longs my lady GO
ing to be before she arrives?"
Didn't any one talk to you in the
park" persisted Mr. Walker. jealously.
What extraordinary ideas you do
get into your head Why, who d'you
thinks going to take any notice of poor
little me?'
Some of 'em amt particular" said
Mr. Walker.
NO, but / am. As you very well
know, there aren't many ladys maids
tnat are as careful of what they say
or do as / am. And, as | very often
argue Oh, here's the carriage,"
Herbert John Laws stumbled through
long, long Seymour street, looking mis-
tily in front of him as he walked. The
gashght scintillated: passersby seemed
blurred. AT the side of shop near
the end was a slip of looking-glass
ana there he stopped and gazed at him
self earnestly
SO help my goodness. Laws" he
said to his reflection, with a catch in
his voice, If you amt cryingi"-W.
Pett Ridge in Black and White.