The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-04-11
: New Lamps for Old


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II Mrs. Lambert, leaning over the
side of her yacht and looking down
on man in boat
"How good of you to have me- he
replied, cordially, looking up.
He ran quickly up the ladder and
caught the hand she offered him. She
could not meet his questioning eyes,
but turned away and dropped into
basket-chair, under the shelter of the
deckhouse.
"Well?" she said, as he drew up
chair beside her
Well" he echoed softly, and
touched the back of her hand lightly
with the tip of his fingers. You
are wonderful. Mamie, Have you
made bargain with Time that he
leaves you Unframed by his blight
ing wing? You look exactly the
same as when we parted three years
ago"
Three years?" she interrupted
quickly. "Oh! it can't be as long as
that"
Hasn't the time seemed long to
you?"
Moves" she answered, confused
lv. Il mean-you see, so much has
happened to me since then I've lost
, count of time"
Poor little woman. ] wish | had
been at home during your-trouble;
but there were prospects of fighting
on the frontier, and | couldn't get
leave, and, as a matter of fact,
didn't hear Of Georges death till
Overwhelmingly three months
afterward. Why didn't you write to
me ?" ne added, reproachfully.
u couldn't" she said, shortly.
Her mouth was trembling and her
fingers neryously picking at the silk
/ fringe Of her sash. He thought it
/ rifle absurd for an eleyen-months'
widow to display emotion at the
/ mention Of a husband who had treat
ed her VIGOROUSLY badly, and for
Nhom she had never pretended the
smallest affection.
/ She jumped up and stood at the
1 top Of the ladder to welcome the re
turn of her guests,
Il think you know them ALL" She
said. looking over her shoulder at
/ Maj Tempest: "it is only a family
party, with the exception of Sir
Christopher Sheridan and Miss
Baird
Miss Baird?" he repeated. what
Miss Baird?"
But Mrs. Lambert was watching a
tall, gray-haired, elderly man, who
was still in the boat, and did not an
swer.
Anthony Tempest leaned over the
side Of the yacht and looked at the
ascending party-two men and two
girls. One of the girls turned her
face up
You here!" she cried, smiling.
oh"
Tempest felt his heart beat I'M
comfortably fast and the blood sing
in his ears, as he interrupted his
hostess Introduction.
I'VE are old acquaintances Miss
Baird and | met in India last winter"
"What is troubling you tonight"
said Sir Christopher, kindly. You
look desperately sad"
He was sitting alone with Mrs.
Lambert in the bows. From the deck
!; saloon came the sound of music and
laughter. Joan Baird was singing
!, songs from a comic opera to An
thony Tempest's guitar accompani-
, ment There was a little wind, and
the lights Of the yachts looked like
low and wavering stars against the
dark sky.
Il am lonely"
t "Come to me"
| Il have told you before cannot.
Do not ask me again"
TEL m" why. You have said that
: you would tell me--now," he urged.
There is some one else" she an
3 swered slowly, dropping her head
You know what George was-and |
had friend
"He was more than friend. ]
q loved him, and now that | am free
He still loves you?"
eyes"
y "And you?"
: He peered through the darkness
and tried to read her face
Not now"
"Then come to me-"
'Do you still want me- after this?'
Yes, II you want to come
. 'When will you marry me?" he
said presently.
81 don't know-perhaps never" sh,
\ answered, despondently. I'm not
free
But you will be?"
81 don't know"
The music ceased somewhat alb
ruptly; the two performers declared
/. the saloon too hot, and strolled out
o. 10 the deck, where they slowly
paced up and down. After awhile