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| you. And 1 thank God that it was not
MY right hand"
| She considered the sound limb pen
sively stretching and spreading the
long, slim fingers with a mournful
smile 1T can still work and accom-
plish."
What" he asked, to divert her
| thoughts. Samplers? No-those
were our grandmother's right, weren't
they. Antimacassars? Our mothers
| claim those. But you of today de-
handwriting"
His sarcasm did not escape her. She
lay back on her pillow smiling thought
fully.
You dislike the wide field for u.s."
she said. "Why?"
Il will tell you tomorrow; you have
talked enough for today, and want
| you give to me your friends address,
| so that may write to them"
She colored suddenly. That" she
said, you needn't trouble about. 1 am
| an orphan" And though when she
| was established on the sofa in the big
| parlor below he came often and regu-
larly to see her. she never spoke to him
once of her belongings.
On other things they talked much.
His distaste for society and society
women did not touch him in his inter
course with this stranger. She was Of
another WOrld-full of simple, candid
questions and variable whims-now ca
ger in defense Of this modern develop
ment, now strangely Indifferent, even
ignorant, on another-a puzzle that by
it's very perpleXity interested and at
| tracted his curiosity. One day he
would leave her, sure in his opinion
that such righteousness could be but
| the outcome of an uninStructed mind,
| the next, by some quick grip Of sub
| ject, she had persuaded him that her
ignorance was simulated. And as the
days grew into weeks the charm of her
individuality grew too.
He had gone back to his brothers
house at Dun Moor, but generally
found some excuse for riding over to
Kings Arms, Brescoe.
John Frere chaffed him for his de-
yotion to a case" but Mrs. John
shook her head and remembered that
misogynists-and Worsley had always
protested himself one-are converted
| by the simple medium Of a glance.
| One day she drove over With mowers.
grapes and a little patronage to see
| the invalid, "Phyllida" was the name
| she had bestowed upon the stranger, to
meet the sort of adjectives with which
her brother-in-law had painted her.
| Now. Mrs. John was a brisk, WIDE
awake little person, who prided herself
| on G6dQ1nS IIOUlcSo, dAlO NchAAAS ~ -
| coe quite assured that she would quick
| lv find out whether the young woman
| Dossessed a grandfather, mind or man
| ner.
| But Miss Marioram, reading letters In
| the wide window, with a quicker upon
her broad. white brow, was IN her
| most communicative mood.
| Simple, ingenious, tim1d! My dear
| Worsley, she is the veriest bit OF ice
| disdainful ice, too! How blind men
| arer' cried the small lady on her return
| to Dun Moor Manor.
| Worsley Frere, who was putting a
few sporting and scientific trophies in
to box, turned his deep eyes on his
| sister-in-law doubtfully. Are WEI!
| said he; II suppose we are"
To prove how blind he felt himself
| impelled to ride over to the old coach
ing inn for the second time in three
days.
Mrs John watched him start, and,
standing under the venerable porch,
said to herself, "Phyllida, indeed! But
your learned men is always a bait!
To the bat, nevertheless, Miss Major
| am accorded her usual bright smiles
You have brought them! How nice
/ Of you. You give such peeps into an
unknown world, that I forget my en-
| forced rest"
He opened the box he had brought
1
| Of his activity before her-photographs
neatly mounted with infinitesimal
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 attitude
he had begun to know SO we'll, she list
| ened to his description Of the eXpedi-
| lions in which each item had been
secured, and laughed and sighed her
| comments.
Suddenly with charge from the
wistful to the pre-emptory, 'Mr. Frere, %
| she said, why do you grudge the wide
| field to women in a world where there
is so much to do and seer"
They are untitled for 1t. Home
should be their province"
She laughed disdainfully. Home!
The word is nothing to some people,
If it is everything to others. With you,
I suppose it meant to cover a null
titude of desires. But it doesn't often.
II you, keen on scaling mountain
condemned to tread feather beds-how
would you have liked it? Men are
So" She halted.
$50 what?" he asked, amused at this
unexpected display Of temper
But she was laughing now, with the
childlike look in her eyes. $50 dis
eliminating and wise. They know just
which is the most reprehens:ble and
clamOrous among the new women. Let
me see If I can touch them off in right
! order" She laid her soft. sound hand
before her, and beginning with the in
dex finger said, soberly: First, the
| lady orator"
He nodded, smiling; her pretty
warmth was diverting.
''Then-the lady journalist She
paused, with her wide eyes on him
questioningly. Her appeal-there was
nothing didaic in Mary Majoram-
pleased him in some subtle way
"Or shall we put the lady Journalist
first?' he said, entering into her mood.
"She is generally aggressive. SQUARE
tced and badly dressed
"Three things that no wise man
would pardon" she agreed, meditative-
~. Third
But just then Mrs. Greenfield entered
with tea, and she dismissed the sub
| ject with half-petulant laugh. Don't
let us waste ebbing daylight over such
an unattractive section of society as
the advanced woman" she cried.
You haven't told me half about voul.
| African adventures
And with question and answer thew
whiled away the twilight.
1t was two days before he came again
"a glowing October evening
| "Dr. Forsythe says I am almost well.
L shall go next week. 1 must get back
to work.
Work" he said, for in her playful.
dependent ways she had never struck
| him as working woman.
She laughed at his perpIexity.
Hats and bonnets must be made, YOU
see, Mr.. Frere, even though the season
is over" And though she had not de-