Evening star., 1898-12-03

stare from over the way. Shutting the
window again, she returned to her chair
the symbol of what was to be her favorite
seat IN days to come. her chosen corner in
the house which had been the subject of SO
many talks and many dreams. There
were great many files in the room; the
noise or adjacent humanity in street and
houses was miscellaneous and penetrating:
the air was very close. And this house was
rather more expensive than their calcula-
uons had allowed. They had immensely
enjoyed making those calculations down
there in the country, under the old yew
feoge' and In sight of the flower beds be-
neath the library window. She remembered
the day they did it. There was a cricket
Inatch in the meadow. Mildred and her
husband brought the drag over and Sir
carton came in his tandem 1t was almost
100 not IN the sun. but simply delightful in
the shade. She and Harold had had great
Iu1 over mapping out their $500 year and
proving now much might be done with it
at least compared with ANYTHING thew ronYd
want once they had the great thing that
they wanted.
our home" he murmured rather sen1i-
mentally it must be confessed The oues
tion about the frock he did not answer. be
was thinking of the home Win,fred was
nionentar1iy grateful to a stout lady at the
ne ne tapie' who put up her glass looked at
the ifock. and with a nod of approval call
ed her companions attention to IT, 'Tnfs
was While Harold paid the bill
men tney took another cab, and headed
tt%Iln WyiIit- - through Berkeley square, where
Nlltred would have liked. but did NOT oy-
pect TO stop, and so up to Oxford street
iiefe they bore considerab bly, to The east
theh plunged north again and drova
Trough one or two long streets Harold
VINO mad made the journey before maid NO
need TO the route but talked fraai1t ~ d.
HshtIuI hours which they wers to enio,,
loSelher, or books TO read and thouebtS ~
49,, anu Oh an intimate sympathy which
tiedi as they were already to one anotbar
tiie nome and the home life alone couId ~,
apIe them fully to realize. Wtnifred lis
,iI',i, out lar down i'll her mind now was
man man that about the frock Where are We
Soihs 10 would have been its ,1ol,o,
' nui n' pul she yielded no more to her i'm
puise than to look about her and r,srk and
So AT last they turned a sharp twist
@ I'm iohg narrow street into a short
narrower street, where a vase, -
sSrnS n9'phe i forced the cab to a walk and
1ntiL, III Doys were playing an uufnteIliribia
She nat queer places we pass tbrousb,"
h SIe cried with a laugh as she Iajd ha,
iu 10 u" MS arm and turned her face tn
Pass through, Were at home >. ba an
S"ered. returning her Iaupb -. ~ an
WINNER He pointed at a bo,,sa ,,oiiie'
a'i tS Sii'-Hdhd side, and Immediately after tbe
NaD SIopLed- Winifred got our hoidfr -
HaraII patN 81; rom contact with the wheel
pel' htd forgotten to render bs,. III 80 @
wee. She stood on the pavement fo, n
iii"Iieht' locking about her Orc os -
poSS CTled, NCrikey, there's a sweI'' -
she hhtd the boy for il. Then she t,,rnn9
10 the house Hile turned
II wants lick OF paint" said IIaro1d
cIeefIuIly as he rang the bell again,
II certainly does, she admitted looking
up at the dirty walls N'4-s
An old woman opened the doo,.. .1, ,,,,-,..
De said by way of metaphor, to need the
@ SAINT process as the walls. q very marrow,
passage was disclosed behind her
w cicOme, said Harold giving Winifre5
M nis mani and then presenting her TO the
@ o!a woman This Is my future wife" he
SSNpidiueI. we've come TO look at the
aOuSe. But We won't bother Won Mrs
nugget: we'd rather run over II by o1,I-
wir.s, ~, we SHAH enjoy that, shan't we,
Ninnie's answer was little scraa,, o,s
hasty clutch at her gown: a main or a;rt1
wafer standing in the passage had threat
ehed ruin. She recoiled Violently from this
peril against the opposite wall and drew
away again, silently exhibiting a long trail
OF uark dust on her new gray frock. Harold
laughed as he led the way into A small
square room that opened from the massage
mat the parior," said the old woman,
"ipihs her arms with her apron You can
ma your way upstairs: nothing's locked -
Ahd with This remark she withdrew by a
steep staircase leading underground
Snes the caretaker," Harold explained
sne doesn't seem to have taken much
care, observed Winifred. still Indignant
about her gown. and holding 1t round her
as closely as drapery clings to an ANTIQUE
Miss Petheram's account Of tbs bous.
hs actual dimensions, accommodation ana