Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-08

There nothing for it but to wait until this most
original young woman should be graciously pleased
to disclose whether she joking trying to study
human nature under weird conditions, or whatever
other impossible motive had moved her A concu-
SION even to that extent was something and at four
AM. or Whereabouts he went to bed
Two days passed, and word of explanation or
apology, question request, came from Brett
void. Gradually sort Of grim indignation settled
down upon his mood She had surely made fool of
him in someway and most embarrassngly. He re-
called the late Mr. and Mrs Brett and half granted
that could hardly look for integent1y courteous
treatment from daughter of theirs. Ill-bred"
'money-spoiled, she had needed new sensation
and the hopeless justification of her friend and
guest had evidently offered the most exciting oppor
tunity She had played the part clevery he admit
ted, OF the cat or the vivisectionSt he pre-
pared to say which; but he resented either; and vet
under it ALL he conscious of regret for the shat
tering of friendship to which he had given himself
SO unreservedly. If she could only have left his
ideals alone he might have forgiven her the personal
end of it. Well, he was fool to have ever acted as
if he believed in the possibility of man-and- girl
friendship. Now it over, and he was even
angry with himself for knowing he would
miss it.
More days passed He had decided that he would
put Marion Brett definitely from his mind and,
therefore, he found himself wondering about her
what she thought of him, what she was doing whom
playing with now. He began to suspect that his re-
greet eating away his indignation, which led him
to despise his sefrespect and his rmness as he al
ready despised his intelligence. That was in the
afternoon when he returned home rather early from
his work.
His home was a little different from most bachelor
apartments, in that the building was a nondescrpt
Several artists held the lofts several men and several
women lived scattered through the floors below and
business offices filled the rest of the place
He slipped his key into the lock- but the catch was
off and the door fell open before him An anathema
upon the not unprecedented carelessness of Mrs
Grogan, the cleaning lady" to his lips but
never passed them; for suddenly he became CON
sC1ouS that Marion Brett sitting at his writing
table, most domestically and contentedly immersed
in a magazine.
She looked up, smiling, as he stood dazed in the
entrance g" Are you surprised" she asked
Surprised?' he said slowly. Really | think
you are the most astonishing young that ever
lived"
Il might take that several ways but I shall take
it compliment It's good thing to give man
little shock once in awhile, provided it's pleasant
one"
He knew she had read him we'll: for over all his
emotions he conscious of sense of comfortable
satisfaction. The sight of her there-at home as it
were, relying absolutely upon him and his respectful
regard-both thrilled and warmed. Something
seemed to awake in him at the appea1-something
get in?'
How? Easily enough I asked your friend
Mrs Grogan for the key, just as if [ had a right
to it"
He came slowly into the room and sat down on the
foot-rest before her Marion, he said, do you
know, | think love you"
:" l knew all the time, dear that you did Nice
men are so stupid