The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1899-09-29
COunSeI's Opinion.

not thinking OF his work. Let US say
rather. he was thinking of II, but I'm
a manner which nobody who knew now
hard he had struggled TO get II would
have guessed. He was thinking. What
was the good Of lt all? The success for
which he had hoped and soiled Tor
twelve strenuous years mad come as IL
sometimes does at the Bar, with a rush'
and found him as Indifferent 10 IT'S
sweets as he had been 10 the sheers Oh
his ill-wishers, and the pity OF NE
friends during that time of trial. lie
was not nearly so happy as he had oeen
before he arrived" His troubles SEEM
ed 10 be at an end yet he took his pleas,
ure in looking forward, and he coulu
have found il i'm his heart 10 WISH ne
bad never been born. He had IN MN
something of the artistic temperament
which is subject ito these fits OF depres-
sion. which, while they last. mahe .heil
victim a man sincerely to be pitled.
There was "a knock at the door. ana
his clerk brought In a card. The young
l,dv SAYS she won't come IN IL you fe
busy. sir" he said, glancing az an un-
opened bundle of papers on the table
but the barrister's Frightening race
foretold a different answer lrom that
which he probably expected.
"Oh. no: not at all he SAID rising.
"Show Miss Verschoyle In az once, Wat
SON and bring in some tea directly.
The man left the room: in another
minute quick. light footsteps pattered
up the short flight OF stairs ana Lima
Verschoyle stood in the doorway IKE
a portrait i'm it's frame but prettlef
than any picture from the light that
sDarkled in her lavender-colored eyes
and the life that dimpled her cheek
and curved her red lips In "a smile or
assured welcome.
INV dear-Aliss Verschoyle!'
"Why not-Lina?' she demanded,
pouting.
dear Lima"
when the tea having been brought in,
she had settled herself in great arm
chair. I'm which her slight figure SEEM
ed almost lost
What a question:
"Was ] disturbing you in your work?"
she asked.
II don't seem to be up 70 work today,
somehow. and ! was thinking
"About me? Don't say that or you'll
remind me of Jack Manton.
certainly not | was thinking wheth-
er il was more trouble TO go on living
or to make up my mind TO the Happy
Dispatch
Miss Verschoyle open,D her gray
Don't pose. Desmond" she said,
leave that TO artists; | can't stand it.
1T isn't pose; / can't stand myself
today"
That's because you're always think
ing Of yourself. TlV to interest your
self in other people Please give me
some more tea ana "A piece OF that very
a.. L.. IN pf1
He handed her the cake and poured
-Uur -EJTnE rea without speaking.
as that just as / like it?' asked
Lima. nbbling her cake deNcateiy.
Il hope So" said Desmond, negligent
~ handing her the cup.
why don't YOU taste it and see?You
always used to-
Did !? When? I'm sure l don't re-
member"
When we were i'm the thick Of our
firtation. OH years ago. on, never
much it'll do we'll enough" She took
the cup from him and began to drink
in llttle sips. like a cat tapping milk,
and DesmCnds memory went back four
years. to the time when they had call
ed themselves engaged when she had,
now and again, managed 10 escape the
vigilance of her gOVerness. and had
come 90 tea with him i'm chambers very
different from the room i'm which they
were now sbtting. Those years that had
changed the scarcely emancipated
schoolgirl into brilliant manleree
young woman of fashion had drawn
lines on his forehead and whitened his
hair at the temples He caught sight OF
himself i'm the long glass that was fixed
to the wall over the chimney piece, ana
sighed.
"That means that you're thinking of
yourself again said Linal frown.ng.
-
What do you suppose | came here for?
That's just what I eva gpws Lee
ing To annoy Manton?"
"Ch. no. | shall never tease him
again" said Lima. shaking her blond
head Its all over between US"
Another engagement broken OFF,"
asked Desmond. astonished
"Pre-csey." nodded Lima. Presents
and letters sent back all in due form. /
think / could eat another piece of cake,
please
"You heartless little wretch That's
the fourth you've Tilted"
Counting you, I'm afraid II is. / can't
help it; he shouldn't have been 50 jeal-
Gus. Now, will say for you, Desmond.
YOU We're never jealous. / believe ii
was because you were too conceited." 4"
Desmond laughed cyncally: he did not
I feet at all conceited just then.
And who's TO be the next victim"
he asked. lighting a cigarette.
You mustn't call them victims-its
rude. But that's really what / came
here to ask your advice about. 4 cigar
ette please"
He handed her box OF gold-tipped
cigarettes and she chose one with care
as she had seen men choose cigars.
II believe she said. putting away n
little cloud Of blue smoke. that il was
chiefly for the sake OF your cigarettes
nor such good ones as this though-
that l used 10 come TO the old cham
bers. There was a feeling OF fastness
about going there and smoking with
you that was irresist iblei'
She tried to inhalc a mouthful OF
smoke-unsuccessful and Desmond
waited smiling satirically, until she
had finished coughing
Well he said presently. about this
advice that YOU want2"
ITS about a letter" said Lima. still
painting and very pink I'm the face.
'To poor Mant0n9 I'm afraid I'm
hardly the person
"No. YOU stup old thing, That's all
over. / tell YOU. It's lcttar that I've
received from from the boy that all the
row was about
con. Il was about boy-this row OF