The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-04-26
The DisiIlusion Of Fenton.

| Fenton was not exactly sentimental
| list, else in two months he would have
| had time to forget. He was. indeed.
! rather slow man, who took life more
as a matter for calculation than as
series of startling and unsolvable prob
lens. But in one matter his faculty Of
calculation had played him false-he had
] fallen in love and the woman whom he
| loved had married another man. That
! in itself was quite within the range OF
| his theory of life; but it hit him hard,
nevertheless, the more particularly be-
| cause he had imagined that she loved
| him. He had not asked her to marry
| him, but he had intended to do so some
1 day. Il did not occur to him that delay
might bring disaster. When he Eeturned
| to town, after an absence of three
months he found that she Gas married.
A rumor Of ii had reached him, and he
hurried back to find it true.
He decided TO go abroad and escape
| from it. He ran over in his mind all the
| places that were likely to suit his mood,
and. with a folly that he recognized, but
did not trouble 10 suppress, decided upon
St. Winoc, a quiet. gray little place on
| the coast Of Brittany. 1t was there,
couple of years before, he had come to
the conclusion that he was in love with
Kitty Densmore Therefore, at the dusty
and, travelling in the leisurely manner
which he affected, found himself in st.
Vince on the afternoon of the third day.
As he stepped out upon the square of
which the Hotel du Centre formed one
side the light was just beginning TO fade.
Quite suddenly he was aware of a fig
ure that grew out of the dusk like
darker, moving shadow. and almost at
the same time the wind brought him the
II Ia Crn mr. iiCfa
ed intently. AS I have said, Fenton was
notasen timentalist, hmrfdwylu upupj1s
not a sentimentalist but his truth of in
stinct told him instantly that it was
Kitty's step. She also was alone.
II did not expect to find you here, Mrs.
Corwen," he said.
Nor you. Have you been here long?"
Il suppose for about two hours. And
your"
I'VE came last night she said He
had turned in her direction, and they
were walking slowly, side by side, down
the path UP which he had come. He
could not see her face clearly, but there
was something in her voice that made
him jump to the conclusion that she was
not quite happy.
Where are you staying?" he asked.
'At the Hotel de rUnivers, by the
PLACE.
Anu why III lHdl SiGdt, new, uIuSOUS
placer
Frank preferred it," she said
'Oh." said Fenton. "Then you are go
ing in exactly the wrong direction.
Hadn't we better turn back?"
I'm in no hurry to get back" she said.
Frank is resting. He knows I'm fond
OF lonely walks"
Perhaps you would rather that left
you"
No she said; I'm glad 1 met you;
I'm glad you are here. Why did you
Gomez"
Il did not know that you were here
"Of course not. How could you?
persuaded Frank to bring me to St.
Winoc quite on an impulse.
Indeed? 1t is strange that we both
had that impulse"
why stranger" asked Mrs Corwen,
with that note of sudden recklessness in
her voice which makes a woman DANCE
Gus. why stranger" she repeated I'VE
were both happy here once. Why should
We not choose to come again?"
Il came" said Fenton, moved for a
moment beyond himself, Ito escape from
calling memories. 1t seems, rather, that
have succeeded in riveting them
What do YOU mean?' she asked, her
voice grown soft again.
Il have no right to tell you now" he
said. 1T is certainly time that you re-
turned. The evenings are chilly on this
coast"