The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-30

back. The door, which evidently led
from another room, had opened, and a
figure stood there, in long loose robe,
framed startingly against the darkness
behind-the figure of a young girl.
In all his after life it is probable that
Richard Felgate never quite effaced the
recollection of that moment, never quite
lost the impression of the girl as he
saw her then. She had stopped, with
one hand on the doorlsnob and the
other holding her gown at the throat.
They looked at each other for one long
moment across the drunken boy
Swiftly, still looking at him, she
crossed the room and bent over the boy.
He reused himself little sullenly,
laughed sleepily and laid down his head
again. She looked at Richard Felgate
with such a sccrn in her young face
| that his reckless eyes fell o little, and
he fumbled uneasily With his chair
back.
"What is the matter with my broth
er, sir:''
"You see, he replied in g low voice,
without looking at her.
Eyes, l see, . she said slowly "And
you-you are, suppose, a friend-a''-
6 A mere chance acquaintance. II
did not know. Will you-will you let
me go?" His tones were hurried; he
tried savagely to get hold of his easy
self possession, TO face this mere girl
with a jest and treat the foolish matter
lightly, but her glance was disquieting
"Yes, go by all means, she said, turn
ing away from him and tapping her slim
fingers impatiently on the table.
Near the door he hesitated for a mo-
ment and glanced toward her, noting
in q dull way how pure and white and
still was her profile, how soft We're the
against her neck
"Won't you let me say &c began,
but she checked him quickly.
"Say nothing, / beg, sir. y
He opened the door softly and passed
out and got down into the street, feel
ing beaten and sobered and humhled
He was in mood to curse tie fate
which had taken him to the place, to
curse his weakness in being so easily
put to stammering flight by girl But
4 after much tramping Of the streets, and
many vain endeavors to dismiss the
whole stupid business from his mind,
he found that his chief feeling in the
matter remained that of humiliation.
Mr.. Bailey Roughton was sullenly
recovering the next morning when he
received call from his friend of the
ioh a
events was so hazy that he failed to rec
ognize the name of Richard Felgate
when it was presented to him by the
servant or the person of the visitor
when he entered the room. Felgate had
quite recovered his usual demeanor,
only in daylight the lines ON his face
and the horrible WEAKNESS of his eyes
were more marked than in the light by
which men generally saw him.
81 see you don't remember me, I" he
said, with a smile, as he pulled off his
gloves "and yet 1 was your guest here
last night, Mr.. Bailey Roughton. +"
"By Jove," exclaimed the young
gentleman nervously, 81 have dim
recollection that brought some fellow
home with me! Yes, of course. You got
me out of scrape at that beastly club,
and them
"And then you insisted on bringing
me here, supplemented Richard Eel
gate, frowning. "Today have called
to apologize for my conduct
"Apologize exclaimed Bailey
Roughton. "Oh, I'm sure there's moth
ing to apologize for, Mr.-Mr Felgate"
he glanced at the card" nothing at
all. 1 dare say we kicked up bit of a
row, butt
"You mistake my meaning" replied
Felgate coolly. 81 do not suggest that
an apology is due to you, but to your
sister ="