The San Francisco call., 1904-12-11
And now he can


oh, I won't hear any more about it.
AS II is, I've heard q lot more than
anybody meant me TO. I suppose" She
got up. 4 must go home" she said.
with little froYn. I'm glad 1 came.
I like you and your silly young people.
Kate
oh. no, stay a little" Kate begged.
want 10 ask you about a frock for
Eva"
Christine was glad TO talk about
frocks-it was the craft whereof she
was nlistress-and glad. too. to stay q
-lile longer at the Raymores' There
vas youth in the air there and hope.
The sorrow that was gradually lifting
seemed stiu 10 enrich by contrast the
poisoning JOY OF the young lives
which had their center there. Her
chan covered 50 keen a sympathy that
she could not safely do anything but
chan. The thought Of the different
state Of things which awaited her at
home cid as much to make her linger
as her constitutional dislike OF leaV-
ing CHEEKY fire for the tread dusk
pulsloe- once she was near cOnfiding
the whole truth TO Kate Raymo-e, 50
sore q desire had she for sympathy
but IN the end her habit Of reticence
won the day, and she refused TO betray
herself Just as she had declined 10 be
false 10 Sibylla's secret What could
kate RaymOTe DO for her2 To speak
Of her trouble would only be 10 cast
shadow over the JOY Of a friendly
heart.
When she did go chance tempted her
70 very mean action. and she fell be
fore the temptation without the least
resistance. The lights We're not yet
turned up on the staircase or in the
hail, and Christine, left by her own re-
quest 10 find her way downstairs
found the library door open-it gave on
70 the han. The room was not lighted
either, except by a bright fire. She
saw two figures sitting by the fire, and
drew back into the gloom Of the hall
with a smile on her lips.
Eva was wondering at Jeremy. OF
course he had said nothing Of the
news to her; indeed. she knew nothing
explicit Of Dora Hutting-she had
heard only a hint or two from hel
mother. But this evening there was
a difference in Jeremy. Hitherto al
air Of hesitation had hung about him;
when he said anything-well, anything
rather marked-he would often retreat
from il. or smooth il down. or give II
some ordinary (and rather disappOint-
1ng) explanation in the next sentence
He alteVuated between letting himself
g and bringing himself up with q jerk
This demeanOr had its interesting sidt
AN- Nv O. DAA IL AdA also UEtA laLlEl
CisQuieting. sometimes il had seemed
almost TO rebuke her for listening {,
the first sentence without displeasure
since the first had been open to the in
depreciation which the second SO haSti
y disclaimed. In fact, Jeremys con.
science had kept interposing remark.
between the observations Cf another
faculty in Jeremy. The result had no
been homogeneous. Conscience spOils
love making; il should either let i
alone. or in the proper cases prevent Il
altogether
This evening things had changed
HIS chagrin and his relief-his grudge
against Dora and her curate and his
sense OF recovered liberty-jOineC
forces He did not let the grass grow
under his feet. He engaged in the
prlmeval art Of cOurting without hes
ltatiCn or reserve. His ewes spoke il
quick giances. his fingers sought eX
cuscs Tor transient touches. He criti
c-zed Eva. obviously meaning prais,
here with mock audacity he ventureC
on depreciation. Eva had been work.
ing at mbrOidery-Jeremy must hav,
the process explained and be shOwI
how 10 dO it ltO be sure il was rathe
dark-they had to lean down tOgethel
70 get the fireiight). His fingers wer'
very awkward indeed. and needed
lot Of arranging. EVa's clear laugf
rang out over this task. and Jeremy
pretended 70 be very much hurt. Then
suddenly, Eva saw a line on his hand
and had 10 tell him what IL meant
They started on palmistry and Jere-
my enjoyed himself immensely. The
last Christine saw was when he haC
started TO tell ETa's fortune and wa:
holding her hand in his, invenung non
sense, and not inventing it very well
Wen or III. what did it matter? old
CT new, il msttered less. The whole
thing Was very old, the process as vel
ascertained as the most primitive
method ever used in Jeremys dyeine
works. Poor childreni" breatheC
Christine as she stole softly away to-
ward the hall door. She could not
stand there and look on and listen any
more Not because to listen was mean
but because Il had become intOlera BILE
She was ready TO sob as she let her
self out silently from the house Of love
into The chilly outer air. She left then
TO their pleasure and set her face
hOmeWard. But her mind and hel
heart were fun Of what she had seer
of the beauty and the pity Of it; fol
must not the beauty be so short lived
b Had not she, too, known the rapture
OF that advancing food of feeling
yes, though the flood flowed where il
should not? How the memories came
back-and with what mOcking voices
Ales cbyht- " SA udu IL Dctu IoI uSl
70 stand outside and lOOki For of &
surety never again might she hope tC
enter in.
man came full beneath the light
Of a street lamp. It was a figure she
could never forget nor mistake. II
was Frank Caylesham. He saw her
and raised his hat, half stopping, wait
ing her word to stop. She gave an in
voluntary little cry, almost hysterical
Fancy meeting you just now!" she
gasped