Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-28

Condolences.
As Clement began to climb the hill, ne
met Mrs Chisholm's iron gray horses and
handsome blackboard coming down. Jerry
was driving. On the seat with him were
the two little girls. Mrs. Sinclair and Miss
Emme1ine were behind Jerry's greeting
with his appraised whip-arm was profound
and portentous. The ladies smiled gra-
ciously. Elsie turned a look of anguish
upon him and was for stopping the horses,
! but her aunts interviewed, and they drove on
They were. evidently of for long drive.
Mrs Chisholm would be alone, then. He
Quickened his steps. Nora let him In. all
smiles and bushes
Katharine came promptly, and there was
no mistaking the sincerity of her welcome.
I've been hearing about the funeral from
Mr.. Lacey and Mr.. SQuires, she said, In
dicating the senator and the ex-governor
who had lent dignity to the body OF Ma
! sons. They think that was the most Won
derful funeral sermon they ever heard
preached Jerry-well, Jerry is almost as
excited as Nora was after the rescue. He's
trying to make you out good Catholic.
He says you believe in purgatory. anyway.
They wouldn't have anything else; only
they didn't call 1t by that name, said
Vaughan with shrug. He looked about
for seat.
sit here by the window she urged.
while bring fan and-a mint-julep"
What Is that?"
Brandy and-oh, you wouldn't care for
| IT! Nora will make you some lemonade"
She hoated away, a refreshing vision in her
fans.
DO you let them order what they like
LOT sermonsg she inquired with a smile
giving MIN one fan and plying the other.
Sometimes he answered. Joining her In
a waving duet. Il find it as we'll to give
tnem their sort of God as to insist upon
.nelr taxing mine. Theirs is a consuming
of,,e -
Ihey asked me to give them-hellr' he
nesltated little over the word. 1t did not
trouble her in the least
q, we an want that sometimes don't WEI"
siie asked, looking up brightly, Ito be burnt
OUT, and started over again?"
The haven't made myself believe, yet. in
le e S ia I'M over he said slowly. Il be-
But not in His mercy? Oh Won want
TO get your dues-both ways
asked. " A'oi''"i''' ne
No, I'm what you would call Church
VI England woman. But it's the American
product. Here comes Nora On the LITTLE
table, Nora. That's right
Nora set down her tempting load: silver
ana crystal, tall fagon through whose
transparent sides slices of lemon showed
aiiurlngly, slender glasses filled with ice. a
plate of fragrant little cakes
hatharlne took up the flagon and a glass
ana let the lemonade drip deliciousy over
the Ice. She was quite conscious that the
eyes or her guest We're rowing past her
over the room, and when she gave him his
grass she answered his unuttered question.
GU haven't been in this room before.
II Is my own sitting room. l told Nora
to bring you in here so that we should not
DC disturbed That is a rather good Prom
eiheus over the piano, and the Undine is
considered fine. The rest are views I've
picked up here and there
IT'S charming" he murmured, letting mis-
eyes again wander, and again return to the
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shifting beauty of expression What could
be farther removed from the scenes he had
ie1t! His senses responded to family
heard music He yearned to put into some
form what ne felt; but in wordsworth 1t
not sound absurd. exaggerated?
Isn't it right?' she inquired. pointing to
the lemonade.
Yes, delightful" he answered. slipping 1t.
Too delightful. Everything is It's the
contrast which upsets me. Eve had such
a day.
e! know, 1t must have been terrible" she
sighed, and gazed at him with sudden
earnestness. Mr.. Vaughan, how did you
happen to come 10 such a placer"
He returned the look with one as earnest.
Would it surprise you very much to
learn that l came because l thought God
wanted me to?" The words sounded far
fetched to him, crudely sentimental.
1T wouldn't surprise me-in YOU" she
answered.
What did she mean? What was she
thinking, with that intent look In her
eyes? Just this. Poor Tristrami Where
| is he? The Holy Father will put him into
someone interferes"
But what she said was, How can you
| be sure? You may be mistaken. People
have been, about such thingsi"
That was like Della! He would have
liked to tell her about Della. He felt that
she would understand and sympathize
| would not blame Della too much Some
time he would tell her the whole story
will ling IN
lead up to it with condolences about
himself. So when she asked again,
How could you be sure?' he answered,
with straightforward simplicity. zone can
| never be sure, but I'd rather make the mis-
take than miss the opportunity"
She kindled into sudden enthusiasm. do
you know how great it Is OF you to say
that? 1 don't believe there is another man
of my acquaintance who would risk so
| much Do you know-you are very differ
ent from other mem"
Am II" he queried. with a little wistful
smile which she found irresistibly appeal
ing Perhaps so. Yet I've tried to enter
into their lives have worked In the mines
lived as they did, tried to feel they
feel
You can't" she interrupted How can
your
but 1 must" he insisted IF I'm to
help them, If 7 to make myself under
stood, find the right word for the right
His face took on the rapt expression
| which came to it at times. She unused
again. It's of no use. The Holy Father
has him down. Poor Tristram. No power
on earth can save him. Oh, what frvo-
lous life I've led,''
Suddenly his entire manner changed. do
you mind if l try that piano?" he burst
out. I've been dying to- ever since /
came into. the room"
DO, l should be delighted" They
sprarg up simultaneously. He seated him.
! self before the instrument, the skirts of his
| long coat trailing to the floor, threw back
| his head, his fingers lovingly over the
| keys and broke into song-no hymn, but
| q chanson vielle of a shepherd and a maid.
| Etanding beside him, she watched his
| cheeks pale and his eyes kindle, caught the
sway of the plant figure, the ciinging
| touch of the magnetic hands. Where
| the Holy Father now, the psalm singing
| Methodist the Sage Brush Parson?
| The stified emotions of the day, the week,
| the year, were having their way with him:
| indeed 1t seemed to him at the moment that
| he had never found full expression until
now How much OF 1t was due to the in
| huence OF the place. the woman, he could
| not tell. 1t might have come anyhow, any
where sooner or later. He did not know,
| he did not care He was singing his heart