Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-07-15

notony or II would have killed her. Well,
/ think / know the temperament-a very
dangerous temperament. which has sent
many a woman the wrong way and will
send many more before the world Is done
with
He turned again to the crumbling stone
work and passed his hand idly over IL This
old house, how many women's hearts had
It not Imprisoned and stilledi What stories
of wouan's love and passion could IL not
unfold II these rotttug stones might speak?
Many a Di Vernon had gone forth from
secret doors to meet her lover; many one
had lived and died. with her giriish secret
unspoken. Study in those records and the
true story of Evelyn, my Lord OF Mel
bourne's daughter, would be read brave
girl. lonely girl, full of the stuff OF which
dreams are made, such he believed her to
be. And she had come suddenly into his
life. bidding him turn from his work 20
gaze efter her, !mpotently as a man may
look upon a precious thing he may never
possess. For even II she loved him. what
right had he to speak to her; what position
name had ne TO give her? He was
worker In clay Bricks and mortar were
not the tokens in which a woman's imagi-
nation deals
IF built cathedral" he said to himself
ironically, she would merely say, How
draughty,' 1t is necessary to be brigand
| or musician to reach the heart of her de-
sires."
So the work went on a little savagely.
He had the scaffold shifted to the tower OF
the chapel where the clock face records the
deeds OF that Lord OF Melbourne who fel4
with Picton's troop at Waterloo. Time
passed above his head. but will return TO
look at him - the Inscription went.
Gavin was cleaning he dust of the century
from 1t when he heard a voice upon the
parapet above, and looking up he perceived
my Lady Evelyn there standing by the
battlement and watching him curiously.
rs not that dreadfully dangerous she
asked him, indicating the frail scaffoid upon
which he stood
He answered at once by another ques-
ton.
do you refer TO timer If so, yes; 1t Is
always dangerous. Time never sleeps re-
member
She laughed and leaned over, little
afraid of the height, but desiring, she knew
not why. te hear him talk.
You will not look time in the face, then?
she said; ''or does the bell of time speak
to you? I know people in France who al
ways cross themselves when the clock
chimes the hour"
THE bells chime eternity-oh, yes. Time
rarely laughs If it is not ironically. Here
a clock which tries to tell all the world
how a brave man died Time passed him
by, but returns twice day TO have look
at him. The dirt of nearly hundred years
is cast upon his monument by time. me
ages used to be cleaner, Lady Evelyn.
Nowadays we trample mud on every tomb
There is always an If for the best of our
friends"
Meaning that some disappointment has
made q cynic of you, Mr.. ORD
''Perhaps; l cannot tell you. What is the
good Of ideals in this twentieth century!
We have learned to scott at simple things
faith, honesty. even courage. Rlch men Try
to believe that they were never poor ana
the poor believe that they are rich-and so
through the bankruptcy court accordingly,
1 could do great work in the world. but
my enemy is an estimate. man no longer
builds temple to the glory of COD ne
builds it to the memory of John Shocks,
hog-merchant. Most of our ailments are
the penalty of souiIessness If we lived
and strived toward end, the mind would
not smart so often as the body. That saps
our courage as Well can work upon Il
scaffod like this because | have the past
all round about me. But directly | cease
to work I become a coward. Time is dan
gerous because Time is truth: one of the
few truths our modern life permits us to
recognize
''Then you do really believe that the old
glory Of achievement fingers somewhere?''
I'm the imagination of men who would be
artists but remain the servants of Mann
mon. Let me interrupt you to beg favor.
Your arm is shifting the rope, and if it gave
way"
''rhe rope-the one I am leaning against?
Does that go down to your scaffodius? /
never noticed It
There is no damage done he said quiel
ly; please pull It down over the stone
work. No, hardly that way. Let me come
up and show you.
4 short ladder led up from the scaffold to
the roof of the clock tower. The foothold
of planks was held UP by stout ropes wound
about the embrasures of the parapets I'm
consciously as she talked to him Evelyn
had shifted the right-hand rope from its
place and Gavtns heart leaped when he
perceived that IN another instant boards
and man and ladder must go headlong to
the stone terrace below. In truth, the eli
max came while the light words were still
upon his lips, and the rope slipping away
from the girls weak hand. the scaffoldng
swung out in an instant and Gavin was left
above the abyss, his fingers twined about
the second rope and his feet vainly seeking
hold against the time-worn stone.
Men fight for their lives in many ways
the towards desperately and without rea-