The Washington times., 1905-08-13

she disposed of the difficulty by rising
hrlsIzly and saying. WELL VIII call
again in day or two. about this hour7''
Yes. il it suits you best he an
swered. with troubled brow. He fol-
lowed her to the door. AS she went
out, she said, May I pick a flower as
I go2"
He seized his hat, and said. Come
| with me 70 the rose-house in the gar
den. and you shall have something bet
ter"
x Y
They walked together down the
| gravel paths, through the neat and
| weil-kept garden. where the warm
spring sunshine was calling life out OF
the tender turf, and the air was full
| OF delicate odors. She seemed as gay
and Happy as child on g. holiday.
Her disappointment Of an hour ago was
all gone in the feeling that Arthur was
interested in her, was caring for her
future Without any definite hopes or
dreams, she felt as If the world was
suddenly grown richer and wider
Something good was coming to her GER
tainly, something good had come: for
was she not walking in this lovely
garden with its handsome proprietor,
who was, she even began to think, her
friend? The turf was as soft, the air
as mild, the sun as bright as in any
of her romances, and tbs figure of
Farnhams $ wealth which she had heard
from her father rang musically IN her
mind.
They went into the rose-house, and
he gave her two or three splendid
satiny Marechal Niels. and then
Jacqueminot, so big, so rich and lus-
in 4+z dar haa ayTSx eI.e
not help crying out with delight. He
was pleased with her joy, and gave her
another, for your hair he said. She
colored with pleasure till her cheek
was like the royal flower. '.Halloi''
| thought Farnham to himself, ''she does
not take these things as d matter OF
course" When they came into the
garden again. he made the suggestion
which had been in his mind for the
} last half hour.
IF you are going home. the nearest
way will be by the garden gate into
Bishops Lane. It is only a minute
from there to Dean street"
why. that would be perfectly lovely.
But where is the gate?"
II will show you. They walked to-
gether to the lower end Of the lawn,
where a long line Of glass houses built
against the high wall which separated
the garden from the street called
Bishops Lane. sheltered the grapes
and the pine-app1es. At the end OF this
conservatory, in the wall, was a little
door Of thin but strong steel plates,
concealed from sight by row Of pear
trees. Farnham opened it. and said,
IF you like. you can come in by this
way. It is never locked in the day
time. It viii save you a long walk"
Thanks" she replied. THAT viii be
perfectly lovely"
} Her resources Of expression were not
copious. but her eyes and her mouth
spoke volumes of joy and gratitude.
Her hands were full Of roses. and as
she raised her beautiful face to him
: with pleasure flashing from her warm
! cheeks and lips and eyes. she seemed
to exhale something of the vigorous
life and impulse of the spring sunshine.
Farnham felt chat ne had nothing to do
but stoop and Alss the blooming flower
like face, and in her exalted condition
she would have thought little more Of
| it than a blush-rose thinks of the same
treatment. But he refrained, and said
: Good morning" because she seemed in
J no mood to say it first.
.'Good-by, Aor a day or two, she
said, gayIy, as she bent her head to
, pass under the low Intel of the gate.
Farnhan walked back to the house
not at all satisfied with himself I
wonder whether I have mended mat
ters? She is certainly too pretty
girl to be running in and out Of my
| front door IN the sight Of all the ave
nue.. How much better will It be for
: her to use the private entrance. and
come and go by a sort Of stealth! But
then she does not regard ii that way.
She is so ignorant Of this wicked world
r that 1t seems to her merely a saving
of ten minutes walk around the block
Well! all there is of it. must find a
place for her before she domesttcates
/ herself here"
: The thought OF what should be done
with her remained persistentIy with
him and kept him irritated by the
vision Of her provoking and useless
2 beauty. IF she were Il princess, he
thought. All the poets would be
l twangfne their Tyres about her, all the
5 artists would be dying to paint her;
l she would have songs made to her, and
| sacred oratorios given under her pat
ronage. She would preside at church
fairs and open the dance at charity
] balls If I could start her in life as a
princess, the thing would go on
wheels. But TO earn her own living
that is trade Of another complexion.
: She has not breeding or education
enough for a governess: she is ne
clever enough TO write or paint; she is
not steady enough to keep accounts
5 by the Great JorRada, have a grievous
[ contract on my hands
t He heard the sound Of hoofs outside
l his window, and. looking out. saw his
groom holding a young brown horse
1 by the bride. the weu-gro9med coat OF
[ the animal shining IN the warm sun
light In few moments Farnham
i was in the saddle and away. For
' awhile he left his perplexities behind,
in the pleasure of rapid motion and
fresh air. But he drew rein half an
{ hour afterward at Acland Falls. and
. the care that had sat On the crupper
came to the front again. +As a last
: resort" he said, II can persuade her
she has a voice, and send her to Italy,
A; and keep her the rest of her life cuI-