Charlevoix county herald., 1906-12-22

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his mother in the garden, already
fussing round the small ponytrap, and
getting ready to meet her dear boy"
Kitty paused. IL won't say any,
thing about that meeting, Reggie; it
isn't relevant and some things should |
be sacred from prying eyes. The |
story goes on at the precise moment |
when the mother laughingly OBJ
served: Yes, indeed! We're COM
Portable enough at the Plas, now
adays. ! have such a treasure |
in my Guinevere. She is so
kind, SO thoughtful l must sup
pose that the stockbroking young
man looked blank, for his mother
went on: My new companion, you
know. / have told you, over and
over again, in my letters He in
rupted. Yes, but you didn't tell me
her name, mother mine
$50, of course, the mother forth
with suspected"
mo. He turned the awkward cor
ner when Guinevere presently reap
peared very tactfully. He saw that
she was painfully disturbed by the
thought that he had recognized her.
1t was his pleasure to make her be-
lieve that she was totally unknown to
him. / gather that he was very sue
cessful-that the holiday was the
holiday of both their lives. 1t came
to an end, as all pleasant things do.
One evening, as they were walking
, over the hills from the coast, they
crossed an ancient druid's circle. 1t
amused them to pause, to try to count
, the stones"
. They couldn't agree upon the ex-
act NUMBER" / limited.
Precisely. So then Guinevere i'm
, agined that it must be fairy ring.
= He answered that it certainly seemed
= full of magic. The breeze had blown
:, even greater loneliness into those
= dear changing eyes, which laughed
: gravely now into his. In some way
it came about that they stood near
= together in this enchanted ring
that he had taken her hand. HIS eyes
). asked a fierce question; and hers
q Kitty stopped to shrug her shoulders
;, in purely feminine delight.
= ono, it must not be. It's possible,
: she told him, in reply to an old ques
"a ton. You will soon forget"
n "She offered to be a sister to him
q since she was companion to his moth
Z. err. What an original Guinevere!
% assume that he promptly knocked
% all that rubbish on the head?"
is "She was all the more adamant-
for the one brief moment of surren
der. She cried-hopelessly and utter
ly; and he, being a very chivalrou
gallant gentleman, for all his stock
broking, forbore to urge her further
They stepped out of the fairy ring il
an embarrassing silence. Next da,
saw the young man packing his port
manteau"
while his mother was packin
Guinevere-about her melanchol
business!"
"Guinevere wanted to go. Sh
pleaded with him; but he made he
promise She tried, at last, to tie
| him-twice tried, and twice failed
| He had memory of a new expressio
in her eyes when he left Upwy."
i Anu IIldJ Is lue lily SIcllOuo cuu
| He came back to his work
| and there was Guinevere. With ths
| queer, almost childish terror, starin
at him as moved about the room II
turned the picture face to the wal
| and still felt her piteous appeal-tf
look she had given him when the
had parted. He turned the pictul
w ouotp ap6 triod RI forgot
"He should have gone out ever
ne. night: called on all his friends-talSe
be heaps of exercise, and a course
emit boxing lessons"
ed zone of his friends came to see hiT
1t was the artist. After greetings, Il
an artist crossed over to the picture.
lge believe you were right, old boy,
Ike remarked contentedly. Really, il
an. jolly good bit of work, though, s;
ed. it who shouldn't. It's herself and-h
Tor. tragedy. Poor little Guinevere' l
Iur- pulled at his pipe. You heard abo
as it, didn't your
so "The stockbroker grimly shook |
saw head. The artist went on. had t
asst facts just lately from the author oh
red who sent her to me. She's the daus
nth ter of a secretary to a charity
II end of a swell. Embezzled the funt
Tx: They took him one night at his oN
orr house. There was a scene-Guil
we're crying and pleading and refusi
the to understand The artist smok
solemnly awhile. There was nothi
Tres left-absolutely nothing. The m
TO was-is-a thorough rascal. She b
rye to give evidence at his trial-think
ere it! No mother; no one to stretch
lit finger to help. Yes, there's no dol
ing that, unconsciously, it's all very ne
, in ly expressed in that sketch.
il: oughtn't to have given it up
but "Well?" asked l, as Kitty paus
man What did the stockbroker do?"
!" "Do?" she echoed, scornful of
he question. "Do?" He caught the n
My train back to Upwy. And, in CT
r. L.