Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1903-06-09
HIS SLIGHT MISTAKE.

"You must stay and lunch, saiC
she, "we shall just be an even mum
ber. Never mind about the Covers
They can wait"
In the hall there were several PEG
pie waiting, most Of whom Arthur
: Seaton knew as his sisters friends
They went upstairs and found then
table and started luncheon cheerily
On Arthur's right was an old &C.
quaintance, on his left lady he did
not know. Mrs. Scaton leaned over
the table, saying:
Arthur, let me introduce you to
Mrs. Rodney. Ruth, | do not think
you know my brother"
He found on inspection that the
stranger was pretty, with a glimmer
of green in her eyes, which was pc
culiar, and lent an attraction, as the
peculiar so often does. She did not
lgive him time to realize Of what he
was thinking. for she laughed and
said
"How nice to meet kindred spir-
its.
"How do you know l am the genu-
inc article?"
Your sister never introduces
without an object"
But surely the exigencies of the
luncheon party demanded it?"
"Who can tell? Don't destroy my
illusion so soon. You have been in
South Africa" she continued, look
ing at his tanned face.
Eyes; l am only Just back. Lon
don is very refreshing after seven
years of absence"
"Doyou find us much changed?"
He laughed
CHATS rather ambiguous, isn't
it,"
He already felt that subtle attrac-
ton which perhaps lay as much in
certain touch Of irresponsible SYM
pathy in 6aT manner as in the beauty
Of her face and eyes.
as it? / don't know; for my part
nothing ever changes The streets
are as muddy as ever in winter, and as
dusty in summer; water-carts are as
scarce as foot-warmers in autumn.
No" with glance at sign of dep
recation from him. Il am not trying
to be clever couldn't if | tried
and do you see that man over there,
clean-shaven. with eye-glass? He
has not altered a line on his face or a
thought in his brain since he mar
ried me six years ago
An ineXplicablc sense of depres-
sion made Seaton wonder if ladies'
clubs were good places to lunch at
Why on earth couldn't he have gone
to his own. where the eternal femi-
nine was left staring at the door-mat
with the, to them. rather ironical
"Salve' on it.
THAT speaks well for you" he said,
but she was not listening Isabel Sea-
ton was talking across the table to
her.
Arrangements for some expedi-
ton were being made. When Mrs.
Rodney turned to him again, he for
got his depression; the wine was good.
the food was all he could wish, and at
present he forgot to analyze his com
panion.
1t was more than an hour later that
the party broke up. Seaton found
himself strolling down Dover street
with Mrs Rodney. He hated the cor.
ner at the end, knowing that polite
ness demanded his proposing toleave
her.
80, DEAR" she said, "a boring
afternoon is before me; / have to go to
the Wallace exhibition. | have
promised to do so for friend in the
country, and l have to write to her
and describe my valuable opinion on
the subject Imagine it, on such an
afternoon"
''Mayn't | come with you?" Their
intimacy had progressed apace,
| though the thought of "the clean
shaver ass with the eye-glass and the
air of cleric" as Seaton inwardll
| described him, stayed somewhere il
! the recesses of his brain with per
sistency that derided any effort t.
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