The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-07-30

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had something to live for"
Il presume most people have; and in
my own case the uncharitable might say
something about sour grapes. That
wouldn't be true, though; it wasn't
until I knew couldn't live that cared
much about it. And there is every rea-
son to suppose that, with the fear of
death removed, life would go back again
to the same old dreary round and be
more undesirable than ever
She rose and fastened the bunch of
| rhododendrons in her belt. 'Do you
really mean to say that you have no rea-
son for wanting to live? Would nobody
be sorry if you died?'
Thorndyke killed his opportunity
with one blow eyes, there may be
some who would be sorry; perhaps you
would care little. But that is entirely
a different matter; I'm not good enough
to want to live to oblige my friends, nor
bad enough to want to die to spite them.
Let's go and find the Pocket you were
| telling me'about."
1t is an open question as to how liter
ally the most sincere person can afford
| to be taken in a conversation which
bears upon his own personality. Doubt
less Philip meant to say what was in
him at the time; nevertheless, repent
ance came afterward, and with it more
good intentions. While Philip the SELF
estimated was as little like Philip the
real as might be, yet there was unde
niably an accusing conscience which
the self-known Philip sought to muZzle
with the fiction that the afternoon was
still young. Unfortunately, however,
opportunities for the saying of reluctant
things do not grow upon every bush,
even upon sequestered mountain top,
and Philips conscience was still unap-
peased when, an hour beyond the rhode
dendron, they came out upon the rim
of a crater-like valley cutting a deep
| cash in the mountain. 1t was elliptical
in shape, with wooded sides slanting
down from the base of the cliff line to
a small cornfield in the center; but there
was no sign of house, nor of any road
| leading down from the level of the
plateau. A clear stream gushing from
beneath fiat bowlder at the foot of the
southern slope splashed riotously
through the length of the valley, to van
| ish again into the mouth of a low
| browed cave at the base of the northern
cliff
''The happy valley of Rasselas, with
the inhabitants left out" said Thorn
dyke. ''Is this the Pocket?"
Eyes; the Devils Pocket, the noun
taineers call it."
why 'deviIs'?" asked Philip.
Pm sure [ don't know; father says
it's because some people like to name
things after their patron saint"
That's a quaint idea; but the name
fits rather better in this case than it
usually does. There is always some
thing suggestive of the weird and UNI
Canny in a valley that has no visible out
let. How docs the man who hoes that
corn ever get down to it?''
'Oh, there are several ways to get
down, though not very many people
know them"
81 suppose you know some of them;
can't we explore it?''
Il think we'd better not try; it's get
Ting late, and
'Who was that?" interrupted Thorn
| dyke, pointing toward great bowlder
standing like a sentinel over the corn
| field.
81 didn't see anybody" replied Elsie,
looking troubled.
''But I'm sure did; while you were
speaking 1 caught glimpse Of man
| CT - oh - hn
just beyond the stream. He looked like
another Rip Van Wrinkle" Philip
stopped and sent his memory back over
the last few days in search of something.
81 know now" he went on; II was sure
I'd seen him before. He was in the gar
den with your father one morning when
L came downstairs, and he ran away
when he saw me. Who is hep"
81 can't tell you; it's his secret and my
fathers. 1 shouldn't have brought you
here when might have known you'd
ask questions. Will you forgive me and
promise you won't say anything about
what you've seen?"
THAT is very femfnine-to ask for
giveness and exact promise all in one
and promise to be as dumb as an oyster.
Only [ wish you would tell me about
him; you've aroused my curiosity until
1 shan't be able to sleep tonight"
Elsie shook her head doubtfully. 81
mustn't tell anybody; L should never
forgive myself if any harm came to him
through me-"
"But 1 don't understand. 1 hope you
don't think that I'd hurt any friend of
yours. On the contrary, I'd be glad to
help him, if he needs help"
"Oh. he does; he needs friends so
much, He's a poor, lonely old man.
and he's afraid of everybody; L can't
even make him understand that Mr.
Protheroe wouldn't hurt him.
Whoever first pointed the sarcasm
which has resulted in turning proverb
upon feminine curiosity knew not
whereof he spake. AS compared with
the greed for enlightenment which as