Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-17
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That is another trouble, Ethel. When
wrote mother | wanted to come TO her'
she sent me word she was going to Lenox
with a friend Then, like you, she said
she had no liberty to invite me-, and so
on. / never knew mother act in such
way before. l nearly broke my heart about
it for a few days, then made up my mind
I wouldn't care.
Mrs. Denning, I am sure, thought she
did the wisest and kindest thing possible"
Il didn't want mother to be wise. I
wanted her to understand that was fairly
worn out with my present life and needed
a change. I'm sure she did understand.
Then why was she so cruel?' and she
shrugged her shoulders fmpatiently and sat
down. I'm so tired of life," she continued.
when did you hear of Fred Mostyn?"
II know nothing of his movements. Is
he In American
Somewhere I asked mother If he was
in Newport, and she never answered the
question. I suppose he will be in New
York for the winter season. l hope So
This topic threatened to be more danger
GUS than the other, and Ethel, after many
and futile attempts to bring conversation
into safe commonplace channels, pleaded
other engagements and went away. She
was painfully depressed by the interview.
All the elements of tragedy were gathered
together under the roof she had just left,
and, as far she could see, there was
no deliverer wise and strong enough to pre-
vent a calamity. She did not repeat to
Ruth the conversation which had been so
painful to her. She described Dora's dress
and appearance, and commented on Fred
Mostyns description of Tyrrel Rawdon and
on Mrs. Denning's refusal of her daugh-
ter's proposed visit.
Ruth thought the latter circumstance sig
nificant. Il dare say Mostyn was in New
port at that time" she answered. Mrs
Denning has some very quick perceptions"
And Ruth's opinion was probably correct,
for during dinner the judge remarked In
casual manner that he had met Mr.. Mos
tyn on the avenue as he was coming home
He was WELL" he said, land made all the
usual inquiries as to your health" And
both Ruth and Ethel understood that he
wished them to know OF Mostyn's presence
in the city, and to be prepared for meet
ing him; but did not care to discuss the
subject further at least at that time The
information brought precisely the same
thought at the same moment to both
women, and as soon as they were alone
they uttered 1t.
.'She knew Mostyn was IN the CITY," said
Ethel In low voice.
Certainly"
"she was expecting him."
81 am sure of it,
Her elaborate and beautiful dressing was
for him..
Poor Basflr'
''She asked me to stay and lunch with
her. but very coolly, and when 1 refused
did not press the matter as she used to do.
Yes, she was expecting him. / understand
now her nervous manner, her restlessness,
her indifference to my short VISIT l wish
l could do anything"
You cannot and you must not try"
Some one must try"
There is her husband. Have you heard
from Tyrrel YETI"
II have had couple of kilograms. He
will write from Chicago"
rs he going at once to the Hot Springs?"
"As rapidly as possible. Col. Rawdon is
now there and very ILL Tyrrel will put his
father first of all. The trouble at the mine
can be investigated afterward."
You will miss him very much. You have
been so happy together"
.Of course / shall miss him. But 1t will
be a good thing for us to be apart awhile.
Love must have some time In which to
grow. I am a little tired of being very
happy, and I think TyrreI also will find
absence a relief. In Lalla Rookh' there is
a line about love falling asleep in a same
ness of splendor.' 1t might. How melan-
choly is long spell of hot, sunshiny wealth
err. and how gratefully We welcome the first
shower of rain"
Love has made you a philosopher.
Ethel"
well, 1t is rather an advantage than
otherwise am going to take walk,
Ruth into the very heart of Broadway.
have had enough of the peace OF the
country. I want the crack, and crash, and
rattle, and grind of wheels, the confused
cries. the snatches of talk and laughter,
the tread of crowds. the sound of bells. and
clocks, and chimes. ] long for all the cha
otto, uninteIligible noise OF the streets. How
suggestive 1t isl Yet II never explains
itself 1t only gives one full sense of
life Love may need Just the same stfmu-
ius. I wish grandmother would come home.
I should not require Broadway as a stirnu-
lus. am afraid she viii be very angry