The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1905-04-19

MISS DiNSMOhE APPROACHED HEX Latest
POSSESSION.
pipes, swords, riding crops, etc, dis
played themselves with masculine vurl-
ETY. and confusion. did not seem con
ductive 10 the study of the modern
mystic. Horse and dog pictures look
ed down on him, and pictures that were
neither of these noble animals testified
somewhat frivolously to the existence
of the eternal feminine. Rows of smart
ly bound volumes filed the low book
cases dccorously, bearing witness to
their owners aspirations, while his
actual achievement was evidenced by
the litter OF magazines and several dog
cared Kipling books upon his library
table. Obviously ii was not Maeter-
lnck room
Good Lord" he groancd at last.
Good Lord. And to think that she
can read such slush as this when there
are horses u ride. good golf to play
and men TO talk to- For one passing
moment n doubt OF Nirginias common
sense assailed him, but only for mo-
ment. Not even Maetcrlnck could
make him dlsloyal to her
Besides, it must mean something
all this endless dialogue In which fear
whitened men and women echoed each
others words to the accompaniment
of shrieklng winds and ghostly means
In greenish gray light that never eX
listed outside II melodrama. Surely no
man would write all this stuff without
meaning something But that WIS
just it what?
"You may search me" growled Nj
gent, throwing aside the second vol
ume with Disguised air and rcfilling
his pipe. of Eve got to stand above
ninety In Maeterlinck before | can win
Nirginia-well, / might just rs well
give up right now"
Then Virginia S face, her eyes alight
with interest, rose before him. That,
he remembered perfectly, was the way
she looked as she listened to Mcrton's
conversation, and for the first time he
felt sharp pang Of jealousy OF the
man.
The certainty that Merton under
stood and even found interesting what
he could not read, much less compre-
bend, goaded him. In meeker spirit
than was usually his he tried tenta-
lively to get some points on the mad
dening Maeterllnck from Virginia.
Its symbollcal, you know" she ex-
planned trifie vaguely, regarding
him with a lazy question in her eyes.
1t was so unlike Peter Nugent to be
yearnlng for book talk that she WA
curious. Everything stands for some
thing" she added. as IL that made the
matter entirely clear
"But tell me-" retorted Peter, what
is the use Of having everything stand
for something? Why doesn't the man
say what he means and be done with
itT'
Miss DInsmore had no answer for
this pertinent question, and, seeing his
advantage, her stalwart admrer COZ
tinued:
What would you think Of me If l
employed symbols instead Of plain, ev-
ervday EnglishE"
FITS listener laughed outright at this
simple way Of disposing Of a great
modern writer and his cult
"Im afraid | should think you were
Off your head, Mr. Nugent," she re-
piled with the frankness of long ac-
quaintance.
That's just what think Of Maeter-
linck," replied her companion dryly.
feeling that the writer must either be
conquered or crushed and leaning to-
ward the last named alternative.
Still, he could not give up. 1t seem
ed to him preposterous that fellow
like Merton should understand things
which he, Nugent, could not, especial