The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-07-14
CHAPTER v1I.-tcontinued).

they had at the first sight Of him In her
garden There was long pause before
she replied, and when she did 1t was to
his considerable surprise.
II have never seen a play. except the
funny little ones we acted at the con-
vent" she said, but isn't that the way
they speak on the stage?'
| Craiey realized that his Judgment OF
| the silence had been mistaken, and vet
II was with thrill of delight that he
recognized her clear reading OF him. He
had been too florid again.
| Let lis CO. Ills voice was soft with
restrained forgiveness You Knocked me
once before"
went on.
Knocked me-" he said, firmly. Knocked
me for seeming theatrical, and yet you
have learned that what said was true,
as you will again.
She unused upon this; then, as in whlm-
steal indulgence to an importunate child:
We'll, tell me what you mean when
| you say I saved your life"
You came alone he began. hastily,
"to stand upon that burning roof
Whence all but him had nedN Her
laughter rang out, interrupting him. My
room. was on the fourth floor at st.
Mary's. and didn't mind climbing three
fights this evening"
Crailey's good nature was always per-
feet. You mock me and you mock me 7
no cried. and made her laughter but part
OF gay duet. II know I have gone too
fast. have said things should have
waited TO say: but. ah! remember the
small chance l have against the others
who can see you when they like. Don't
fout me because I try to make the most
of rare. stolen moment with you.
Dol" she exclaimed. grave upon the
Instant DO make the most OF It, /
have nothing but inexperience. Make
the most by treating. me seriously, Won
you? know you can, and Il she
raltered to full stop. She was earnest
and quiet, and there had been something
III her tone. too-as very often there was.
that showed how young she was 'Oh.'
she began again. turning to him lmpul-
sively, 81 have thought about you since
that evening in the garden. and ! have
wished I could know you. l can't be
quite clear how It happened, but even
those few minutes left number OF strong
Impressions about you. And the stronB-
est was that you were one with whom
/ could talk OF q great many things, II
YOU would only be real with me. i be-
lIeve-though I am not sure why 90
thnt 1t is very difficult for you to De
real. perhaps because you are so dill
ferent at different times that you aren't
sure yourself which the real you Is But
fine person that you are beginning to be
for my benefit must be the most trltiing
of ali yourselves, lighter and easier 10
put on than the little mask you carried
The other night If there were nothing
hetter underneath tho mask 4 might
play, too"
gasped Crailey
"There was a world there In minia-
ture.~ she answered, speaking very
quickly. IT think all people are made
Of the same materials. only In such
different proportions. think a little
world might hold as much as the largest,
If YOU thought 1t all out hard enough.
and your experience might be just as
broad and deep in a small corner of the
earth as anywhere else But I don't know!
want to understands want to under-
stand everythng l read books. and
there are people--but no one who tell me
what T want-I"
"stop!" He lifted his hand. II won't
act; 1 shall never play for you again"
He was breathless; the witching silence
was nothing to what stirred him now
singular exaltation rose in him, together
with the reckless impulse to speak from
the mood her vehement confidence had
inspired. He gave way to 1t.
IT know, know he said huskily. II
understand all you mean. all you feel,
all you wish 1t Is all echolng here, and
here, and here!" He touched his breast.
his eyes. and his forehead with the fingers
of his long and slender hand We sigh
and strain our eyes and stretch out our
arms In the dark. cropping always for the
strange blessing that Is just beyond our
grasp, seeking for the precious unknown
that lies Just over the horizon! It's what
they meant by the pot of gold where the
rainbow ends-only 1t may be there after
air.
They stopped unconsclously, and re-
manned standing at tho lower end OF
the Carewe hedge The western glow had
faded and she was gazing at him through
the darkness, leaning forward. never
dreaming that her tight grasp had broken
the sticks of the little pink fan.
Yes" she whispered eagerly. You
are right; you understand"
He went on, the words coming faster
and faster: I'VE are haunted-you and
I-by the wish to know all things, and
by the question that lies under every
thought we have; the agonizng Whittier?
Isn't it like that? 1t Is really death
that makes us think. You are a good
Catholic; you go to mass; but you wish
to know, Does God reign, or did 1t all
happen? Sometimes 1t seems so deadly
probable that the universe Just was, no
God to plan 1t, nothing but things; that
We die as sparrows die, and the brain is
al! the soul we have, a thing that becomes
clogged and stops some day. And is that
all?"
She shivered slightly, but her steadfast
eyes did not shift from him, lie threw
back his head, and his face upifted to
the 1eweled sky of the moonless night,
was beatitlc In Its peacefulness, as he
continued In 1farod Ia p6
lew;
u think all questions are answered
there The stars tell 1t all, When you
look at them you know They have put
them on our flag, There are times when
this seems but poor naton--boa stful,
corrupt. violent and preparing as 1t is
now to steal another country by fraud
and warSyet the stars on the flag always
make me happy and confident. Do you
SEQ the constellation swinging above us
such unimaginable vastnesses, not row.
Ing or crashing through the illimitable
AT haphazard, but moving in more excel
lent measure and to q finer rythm than