The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-10-24

to go-the rooms were nearly empty
now and the noise of teacups hushed-
II have made several discoveries about
you
'Being?" said Miss Travers gayly.
''Ah! I will acquaint you with them
some other time-if ! may" he said,
'if I have your permission to call ?'
He had. Amelia went home in a whirl.
She had reached the age of thirty six,
and people were beginning to find out
fresh things about her; that was pleas
ant.
He had tea In the feminine little fiat
on the following Sunday, with Amelia's
brightest smile opposite him, and Miss
Grimwood somewhere in the back
ground; that seemed her fitting place
in the picture.
He came again; he came often.
Finally it grew to be his habit regu-
larly to go there and eat cake and talk
with Miss Travers. At her age wom-
an is, If ever in her life, a good listen
er; Amelia's expressive eyes were a
confirmation all-sufficient of her sin
cere interest in his work. With this
encourage it pleased Dorman to
bestow confidence. He discussed seri-
ously with her minutiae of detail and
found her genuineful helpful. Natural
ly keen and far-seeing, he was never
the less diff1dent in dealing with the
emotions of the other sex, and it was
here that Miss Travers came in OPP
portunely. Her perceptions were
quick; she saw things from the wom-
ans point of view. Also, she had pleas
ure in discussing him with himself
She became possessed Of religious
belief in Dorman's powers, which
amazed and fattered him, and awoke
in him a sense Of new possibilities as
yet undreamed of.
1t was the after summer with the
first heat pleasantly passed, a cool au-
tumn of fresh tints and delicious
greenness, of dancing lights and daz-
cling skies. The leaves on the trees in
Kensington Gardens We're stlll young
and looked it; they rustled in a gentle
restlessness the afternoon Amelia
Travers walked there in happy
thought.
In her pocket was Dorman's letter.
She knew it every line, and yet again
and again had drawn it out to read
and reread, with hot cheeks and trem-
uolus hands. An era had been lived
since the morning, when 1t reached
her, this dear first love letter, written
in the small illegible hand Dorman
plagued the printers with. For the
sweet excuse to look at it anew she
would pretend to puzzle out each word
separately, trying to forget that the
whole was stamped indelibly on her
memory. will you," he wrote, who
are the one woman in the world to me,
give yourself to me?" Her reply she
would send that afternoon; he would
get it in the evening And the next
day Dorman would call. She trembled
at the prospect of that interview. when
they two would meet in the light Of a
perfect understanding. At first she
would not be able to meet his eyes, she
thought, and laughed softly at the
shyness which had thus come to her.
1t is dangerous to walk thus lightly
with the gods when the display of a
wanton happiness provokes Amelia
did not know - She sped quick
Iy homeward on flying feet; that
throbbing song of gratitude repeating
itself ell the way. In the faces that
she met she read new meanings--the
whole world had grown gay, and
danced together. Arrived at the Man
sions," she ran lightly up the steps.
There were friends at the fat that aft
neutrality-suspicious. OF Sophta's and