The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1901-12-27
E9HERE was big crush at Mrs.


were few faces TO compare with one
sglrlish one-a little flushed. with shin
ing blue eyes and soft curly brown hair
clustering about it,
She was little country mouse. hav-
dng Il peep at the enchanted fairyland
of London. and AT her pleasure the
grave face OF her companion relaxed.
and he forgot for the moment to find 1t
sall q WEAKNESS TO the flesh and vanity
and yexation 10 the spirit.
The girl wanted TO know who every
one was and all about them; she
Thought them charming, and regretted
that she did not live in London.
Father hates ii So" she said.
Your father had long spell of ii.
che man said .But"-and he smiled
very pleasantly-''we shall very soon
have you among Us. | hope. for more
than a flying visit"
The girl blushed and grew shy. and
then uttered an exclamation.
'-Who is thatz" she asked eagerly.
Look al her. there, That woman with
the beautiful face and dark hair"
That is Miss ST. Quentin. She writes.
you know. Writes well, TOO; her new
book is an immense success, being
neither cheap nor nasty"
20. I've read IT," Hilda Carson said.
the pink flush deepening in her cheeks.
-And | liked it ever so much. | read
1t out of doors, too, and ii interested !
ne all the time,"
do you consider that severe test?r
very. And am glad 10 have seen
her. She is wonderful with that clear /
colorless skin and those great eyes. i
rhink-I think She hesiiated a /
alttle.
.Wen?-
Il think she IS woman nobody could
help loving if they knew her"
He laughed Her fresh enthusiasm
was amusing. and he rather enjoyed it
1or change. but before he could speak
sagain two or three people joined them.
and he lost sight of Hilda for little.
A good many people admired Miss ST.
quentin. but very few even dimly
guessed that. while writing the stories
sof others. her own life hid one away
On an inner and very sacred chamber.
sionable." and, for all her beauty. very
unlikely to break her own heart or any
aone eIse's
There were just two or three people
of whom Mr. Sinclair was one-who
doubted this dictum. and wondered II
the delicate GOODNESS of her manner did
not hide at least as much of her nature
as 1t revealed.
But even those who had so much dis
~cernment did not know-nobody knew
of that summer eight years ago. when
she and Jack Tremain had met In the
old Suffolk mansion. Nobody knew OF
the long. long mornings In the orchard,
talking over everything and anything,
or sometimes sitting In the silence that /
Is only possible between friends. {
And nobody knew of the afternoons :
on the river. or the evenings In the {
moonllt garden, or tae sudden, sharp ,
ending to it ALL II
He was wrong and she was right, ,
and they were both very proud. so she |
let him CO. forgetting how hard thing I
lit is to be forgiven.
And there had been times when sue
cess seemed a small thing to her, and :
life very desert of loneliness. because :
she missed one voice in the chorus Of =
praise that greeted her and one face in !
the many friendly ones that smiled
upon her. For Mary st. Quentin had 4
the virtue of ner defects. and she was !
terribly faithful
Six months ago Maj. Tremain had
come home. but society had seen very
little Of him so far, though 1t was eager
to lionize him, and raved over the deed II
that gained him that coveted v. C.. fl
Miss st. Quentin had not seen him at
all, though she knew he was. for the
moment, in town, and scanned the faces 81
In the park and street, and party. in
the hope she was half ashamed of-that
of seeing RS. Q,
She was always center of attrac-
hon. and had not been many minutes in Il,
Mrs. Slnclair's rooms before she was
surrounded with little crowd She re-
signed herself to the inevitable, and W
was trying 10 forget her one inslstent
desire, when her hostess came up with
q bronzed. dignifed man at her side.
Miss st. Quentin, may / Introduce n,
Maj Tremain to your she said. and 20
then there was a little exclamation Of "a
mutual recognition, and ten minutes A
ordinary chat, and-that was ALL ~
All, yet not all. Who could say where
II might end-the story begun in the n
Suffolk garden. and. interrupted there,
resumed In a London drawing-room,
and to go on-perhaps? ~
: No: certainly, certainly. her heart r.
cried. Fate could not be so cruel as to or
mock her with mere wlIl-o-th wisp
Df a hone after all these years--these