The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-07-19

had nasty fall, and that was the price
he paid for dreaming. try to dismiss
me. Here's a case in point. You and
clearly have never met-unless it
were in London" he added, with an
other keen glance at her. q
Evelyn could not suppress the high
color in her cheeks, and they We're
crimson when she found her fathers
eyes watching her curiously as tho
some train Of thought had been set in
motion by the argument. Perfectly
seen her in London, on the stage of
the Carlton theater; end that discovery
had looked her in the face twice in as
many months. This time, however, she
feared it less; for she had come to be-
lieve by this time that she would pres
all the world before many weeks had
passed.
GIVE are not often in London" the
earl said dryly; with such house as
this, why should we bes Lady Evelyn
cares nothing for society; / regard it
If travel, it is from one solitude to
another. : A man is never so much
master Of himself and Of the world as
when. he is alone. Can we consider
the modern life as anything but glori-
6cation Of the aggregate and not. Of the
AuVIVluud1? OuT" PIOlCSS1CA 10 viz
best friend you have, Mr.. Ord. Those
who follow noble ends establish nobility
in their own characters. That Is a creed
I wish I had known twenty years ago.
You are a young man and should reclte
it every day while your youth remains
Gavin replied that man was neither
older nor younger than his ideas; and
the drift of the conversation being
changed. to Evelyn evident relief,
they fell again to their plans for the
restoration Of the Hall and that which
must be done before the wet weather
scarcely noticed Gavin or taken any
. interest in his coming to the manor.
The truce between her father and her
self left her in a dream world from
which there appeared to be no gate Of
counselor nor friend. To Count odin
she had said, "You shall have my
answer in three months time" Her
father s almost passionate desire for
this marrige, which his own youth had
%contrived, won from her no promise
more definite than that which she had
given, to the count. The time, had
pressions upon either side. In the
p1ainest words, the earl told her that
s this Rumanian had crossed Europe to
demand the liberty Of a man who had
. long been but number in a prison
Let Georges Odin be released" he
had said. and unless you are his SON s
wife, he will kill me.
Lady Evelyn knew this to be no Chi
& Mora Of weakness or fear. The ven
geance Of the mountains would follow
Robert Forester even to the glades Of
still pitched their tents beneath the
giant yews-thc smoke Of the gypsy
camp dnfted day by day, blue and
lingering over the waters Of the river.
From these there was no escape, for
they were the sentinels Of the absent En- It
earl's footsteps wherever he turned.
When Gavin Ord appeared at the
manor, their suspicious were instantly
aroused. They hid from him, and yet
watched him every hour, Who was
g also. the enemy Of the man who had
been Zallony IS friendf This they made
/ it their purpose. to discover, entering
even Gavin s bedroom for that pur-
bose.
He was; very far from being timid 1
i quickly have driven him from Derby.
shire, despite the engrossing interest Of
I the work to which he had been called
there. This was the third day Of his
residence at the Hall. Being left to
/ himself Immediately after DINNER, ne
continued to draw for an hour and to
read for another before counting sleep
in the great black bed which tradition,
loving The slumbers Of kings, had allot-
ted in its accustomed way to that very
wakeful person, James II. His bed
room was high up in the northern tower
Of the house; low-pitched spacious
apartment with some fine Chippendale
chairs in it and dressing table fo1
which any Bond street dealer would
cheerfully have paid thousand pounds
Gavin delighted in these things because
he was an artist; while the attendant
luxury, the service Of man and valet
the superb fittings of the bathroom ad
joining his bedroom, the fruit, the eli
apartment, seemed in some way to. be
The reward Of his own labors, not tc
speak of the attachments of long-cher
/ ;ohn1 amhifinns