The citizen., 1901-02-22
Ory of her from the slight of what seem.


i shall be glad to see Corwen again."
he said. Il will call tomorrow"
i 1ay see you again before you meet,
l am always out quite early along the
clllfs. My husband, as you may remem.
Der, sleeps well into the morning. He
does not care for walking. Good night,
Fenton held the ungloved hand she
offered him for a moment Standing thus
close together and face to face. their
eyes met openly for the first time There
was challenge in hers that Fenton was
sure she did not understand, but it moved
MN strangely nevertheless, and she was
very beautiful.
1ood night, ne said. Il shall see
you tomorrow"
The sun had risen an hour, and the hill,
up which he set his face seemed like
black and solid shadow against the ceal
wash OF gold in the east. At its summit
was Il great granite crucifiX, facing north
ward, sign to ships at sea and to mer
ana women on land who toiled there
through the changing seasons. AS Fen.
ton reached the spot Il fresh wind blew
across his face, charged with brine and
autumn. lie turned seaward and at the
same moment saw the slim figure of Mrs
Corwen as she skirted the cliffs quarter
of mile away, Her head was bent for
ward to meet the wind, so that he was
unobservcd. He repressed his first i'm.
pulse, and instead OF going to her he sat
down to think. Again the process was
entirely fruitless. and She was beside hin,
before he realized the situation.
They greeted each other with formal
y hpt Sfrr al.
He did not quite relish his position.
vet the circumstances were agreeable
enough.
Il expected to find you here" Mrs. Cor.
wen said
Why"
at was always a favorite spot Of
yours"
80 you remember that?"
"Why should forget?"
He looked at her closely. In that
searching light he found no flaw in her
beauty, Mrs, Corwen was alluring, as
Kitty Densmore had been.
Il thought" he said you might have
forgotten what had happened at that
time"
81 forget nothing" she answered. land
least of all the time when | was hap,
picst"
"And you are not happy now?" he
asked. The question slipped from him
before he saw to where it might lead: but
having asked it, he waited for reply
with an equanimity that surprised him.
self
81 am not happy" she said, after
pause.
81 suppose" he said. that you have
found settling down in life little prosaic
For myself | accepted the prose long
ago"
How long ago.
"To be quite candid" he said "it was
not long ago, after all-say two months
"And L." she said, "at the same time
began to find the world narrower than
thought it was"
81 think" said Fenton, picking up
glove which she had let fall, that We
have beth been very foolish" He drew
the glove slowly through the fingers OF
his left hand as he watched her, and
then, realizing where they stood, he
moved away. He was not. as | have
said, sentimentalist, but of a sudden he
felt insignificant and ashamed. He saw
the woman who followed him for what
she was-yery weak. very petulant. very
beautiful, so tender as to appeal with
infinite persuasion to his strength. but SC
liShl of will as to be of less danger tc
hlm than to herself. When he turned te
her again, his voice was lower. but it had
taken a more certain and decisive tone
He did not wonder that he had ever loved
her but he knew that such love as re-
manned was never to be spoken.
I'VE have been very foolish" he said,
because we have not accepted the posi-,
ton which we ourselves made. Even up
to this morning my foolishness was alive;
now it is over and dead" She moved
away from him little, with the simple
instinct of a child. Then, as men will on
such occasions, he fell into the terms OF
pl TT de: Life is full of disappointment;
one more or less between the beginning
and tie end can make small difference,
If my advice is Of any service, take il
for what it is worth. Go back to your
hotel. and. after breakfast, make my
friend Corwen take you to Dinard. lie
will. you know, if you only ask him.
shall perhaps see you in town before
Christmas"
She paused in her walk and looked al
him. half pouting and little afraid.
Are you going away, then?" she ask
ed
YES" he said. 81 shall go tomorrow
morning by the first diligence. We shall
probably not meet again here. Your road
lies in that direction; mine in this. Good
by"
They shook hands in the casual way of
chance atquaintancps and parted. When
Fenton reached the Hotel du Centre he
shut himself in his room and spent day
of peculiar and irritating inactivity. He
did not suffer from any acute disquiet,
but his life had temporarily ceased TO in
tcrest him. He saw that he had been
very near prccipice, but the feeling OF
safety did not fill up the gap which his
disillusion left He told himself again,
as he had done four days before. that he
was a fool Perhaps the sincerity of this
belief helped to hold him to his resolve.
The following morning, as his luggage
was being carried out, he stood at the
corner Of the square from which the hill
crowned with the crucifiX was visible. 1t
was deserted and bare, half shrouded in
a thin veil of mist The driver, in the
hard, metallic voice of his kind. cried,
"a voture" and Fenton took his
place without another look behind.-Ex-
change.
German Teachers.
The German man is often a teacher
by the grace Of God" and when he brings
all his patience, pedagogical training and
innate sympathy with children to bear
upon his task of teaching he is undoubt-