The professional world. (Columbia, Mo.) 1901-192?, 1902-09-12

~ from the front piazza in
N@ an eXpanse of light blue in
sunshine and dark blue in shadow. Its
surface crinkled into white under the
stroke of strong breees. Its precipitous
shores were swathed in hemlock and
balsam pine, and ,.e healthy %resinous
doors of these invaded the nostrils. The
prevailing colors of is landscape and
waterscape were Dlue and green-dark
green. The air was like wine. Nothing
lacked to make Belleview house and
Long lake a summer paradise, except
men.
He came. and, of course, made a com-
motion. The commotion was decorous
and under the surface, but it was there.
One of the girls, gazing disconsolately
from her window near noon, saw him
dismount from the red road cart of the
hotel. He distracted a valise and a
couple of fishing rod cases in a bust
nesslike way, and walked into the Office.
He was out of her sight, but not out of
her mind. She went in succession to
the rooms of the other IA, raped on
the doors, called softly through the
transoms: "a mani" and hurried to
dress. A little later, grouped about the
register, they read his name: "Har-
vey Rowland, New York" written in a
large, black, %sprawling hand. Curious
ly enough, the writing seemed to con-
vey that the fingers which held the pen
were used to something heavier. The
man himself. the badgered clerk said,
had Immediately taken a boa and o n
out to catch fish; he would not return
before dinner. This was unsatisfactory,
but better than nothing; he was there,
anyhow.
The girl who had seen him became a
center. Really, she had seen only a
sturdy figure under a soft brown hat,
but h was not h8mpered in drawing
his portrait. He was young. strong,
well dressed, evidently of refinement.
She should say that he had blue eyes
and a sweeping golden mustache. One
hand was gloved, but the other was
white and shapely, and she thought that
She had noticed a brilliant upon a fin
ger. When she had detailed the story
for the tenth time she knew the man
10 well that she felt akin to him; she
would have known him anywher
They saw him that night at dinner
and took stock. He varied in particu-
lars from the verbal pictures. He was
nor than 80. heavily built, with a dark
skin, plenty of black hair and dark
gray eyes. He had a mustache, but it
was as jetty al the wing of a raven. He
was quiet in demeanor, surveying them
casually and respectfully. but without
tremor. He had a large chin and res
olute Jaw. His hands were brown and
powerful-capable looking hands. He
spoke seldom, in a deep, even voice. and
he had an excellent appetite. After
dinner he did not hang about the piaz-
zas waiting to be introduced. but, know
ing the thing in store for him, walked
into the woods, where he smoked q
cigar. and, returning, went to bed. He
was voted distinctly disappointing.
Among these young women, some of
whom were chaperoned and some were
not. was Winifred Bray-unchaper-
oned. She was 25 years old, INT able
TO take care of herself. She was a wo-
man of the world and a m work
era writer for magazines and the
press--and had come to the lake for
rest. She liked solitude; the man liked
solitude. Since they wanted to be
alone. they found themselves myster-
iously drawn together. There was
something in her which led him to
seek her society; there was something
in him which compelled her. Her alb
~sorption of him did not please her
women acquaintance. and she did not
care. As for Rowland, he knew moth
ing about it. 1t is sure that if made
aware of it, he would have cared even
less than she. In respect to his life
and deeds he was a singular man.
He found ii sweet that summer Love
Is the noblest passion of which human
fly is capable, but in it's origin, at least,
It is sexual and ~propinquity is the
strongest factor In its creation. At the
far end of the boat was an olive face
with serious brown eyes, red lips and
rounded cheeks and chin. Her figure
was strong, upright and beautifully |
nodded; her voice firm and tuneful. !
They had many things in common.
Their likes and dislikes suited. He had
Travelled in many countries and had
seemingly the intricacies of the Euro
pean capitals at his tongues end; she
had read wisely and experienced much.
She grew into his heart and became a
part of it.. Being sensible, she under
went no lengthy throes of mental dis
section In the effort TO determine
whether or not she liked him. She
loved him and knew that she loved
him. and she waited for him to speak,
Rowland was not a good man, but he
was strong mentally and physically.
There had been much in his life to
make him a hater of the world. Hith-
erto he had not been worried by the
fact that he dwelt apart from his kind
he had rather liked it,. Now it seemed
to him that he had missed much. He
could not condemn the ONT to a life
OF solitude-aud there weere other rea-
sOns why hi nbould not take her to