The San Francisco call., 1906-05-27

Yes" she answered. 'I wonder-wha
words belong to it,"
You ought to be able to find that on
for me-" he said.
II used to write verses, when I was. a
school in France" she returned. but
was homesick then
Cant you imagine yourself in Franc'
and homesick?'
II could If you kept on singing"
He began again, a pensive Lied, bu
before he had sung dozen bars child'i
shrin voice piped up loudly in the hall.
Where is he? Has he gone? ! viii
too. go in there, Nora Flynn He wal
my c. V. first" Then there came al
outburst of sobs.
Katharine opened the door. What does
this mean?'' she inquired sternly. Elsie
[ am surprised
Elsie winlxed away the tears. She die
not answer. but sidled past her mother
and slid into Vaughan's arms.
MIR. Vaughan won't love any little gir
that behaves as badly as you do, SatC
Katharine disapprovingly.
He loves me; don't you. C. V.?" i'm
plored Elsie, with both arms around his
neck He whispered something in hel
ear. She stood up, smiling. 'Scuse me,
she said to her mother. and would ther
have returned TO his knee, but he hat
risen and was holding out his hand.
L owe you thanks" he said to Katha-
rine, more than / can tell, for what YOU
have given me-more than you can real
izen He stopped and kissed the child
Katharine followed him to the door.
Arthur and Ned Wilkins were coming
up the walk. They stopped on the YER
anda, urged Vaughan to return and, fail
ing that held biln in conversation fol
some minutes. Katharine watched them
from the window, until the tall, slender
figure in the black frock-coat left them
and went swiftly down the hill Then
she returned TO the piano and the shee,
of paper with the few hastily written bars
of music on il. She did not play them
over, but sat looking al them, her hands
on her lap. What a strange, strange
man! What was he? How did he come
TO be-himself? Was he old? Was he
young? He was grave. with the gravity
of age, light with the lightness of youth,
The burrows Of age were in his ofrehead
but through the silken beard which veiled
but did not conceal them one caught the
curve of a scarlet lip, the fash of white
teeth belonging TO youth. His eyes were
gray, brown, iblack-how they changed
And they held in their depths the despair
Of the world. held. too, life and laughter
and the appeal of the born lover. Did
he know that?
All white and black he was, so very
white, so very black-white brow, heavy,
curling black hair-his hands were brown.
he had worked with them, he said. They
did not show it. What hands, instinct
with life, emotion, fire. your true musi-
clans handsi How did 1t happen that
she had not seen him fairly until today?
Was it because she had not looked? Or
did he require the atmosphere of music to
reveal himself? Or was he indeed three
men, at least, seen in these three visits
to the house? And in which was he
most himself?
These were only a few of the questions
Katharine asked herself that night and
was far from Eureka, yet remembering
it as she had never remembered it be-
fore during her many absences.
The church was dim when Vaughan
entered it, but a light shone out from
the study. A figure appeared in the door
way and a voice called. There he is
now" Another figure appeared, and an
other voice, thickened by drink, cried.
How are ye Parson? Don member me
I'm Addison
He amt got so much down but what
he knows his own name" drawled his
companion, who proved TO be the cowboy
Dick.
When shall we three meet again'?''
he chanted. He threw of a jacket tied
around his neck by the sleeves.
Hard luck again, Parson. Dislocated
shoulder. this time. Foolin'. up at Jacks.
didn't dare let Doc set ii, alone. / made
him bring me down here"
''Puffecly com tent" declared Addison
blinking at the lamp ''One, two. three
degrees-four, five-how many degrees
took, Dicky?''
Never mind your degrees; come here
and set this shoulder" exclaimed the cow
boy. "Parson, you'll see he does it right,
won't your
Vaughan promised and Addison began
to work the arm. At the first twinge
"Cussin' Dick made good his name.
Vaughan's nerves. already over-tired
rebelled. IF you don't stop that" he
broke in, I'm leave you to get out of this
scrape the best way you can"
stop what?" inquired the cowboy in
surprise.
Swearing
'sWas / swearing? / didn't know It,
Excuse me, Parson. I'll try not to any
more"
Don do any good, Dieky." Addison
wagged his head solemnly from side tu
side. "Swearin's damn poor business, Z
any time"
Go on, you --v' Dick paused with
a comically helpless look.
Addison proceeded. Dick set his teeth
The bone shot into place. Beads of per-
spirstion stood on the sufferers forehead
but he uttered not a word. They ban
daged him and threw the jacket again
over his shoulders.
Where are you going now?" asked
Vaughan.
over to the Wilder McCintock's
boarding house." was the answer.
I'll go with you," said Vaughan.
soil /" affirmed Addison affection
ately, 'Fn never leave you, Dicky, never
till get my dollar n a half"
CHAPTER xl.
Jack and Mat Come into the Game.u
We'll shake him, outside whispered