The Washington herald., 1907-12-27

on me. 1t engenders a heavenly sensa-
ton OF responsibility / simply don't
care a pin what happens. Ny one con-
scious desire is to go on. and on. and
on"
Rupert Haverford sat down in the other
seat and looked az her with the sineerest
pleasure; she was so delightful to look
at. The tone OF her garb was a rich
brown; she had on long coat Of some
rough fur, but round her throat and
shoulders she wore a stole Of the softest
sables; there was a small cap Of sables
on her brown hair, and she had tied the
brown gauze veil she wore in a cunning
bow under her chin. A knot Of white
flowers which Rupert Haverford had
given her at luncheon was tucked in
among the fur at her breast, and was the
only break in the harmonious whole,
She turned to him as she spoke lightly:
she had bird-like trick of moving her
small head that way that was very char
acteristic and very pretty.
But of course, this sounds horribly
selfish. So like me. Shall we be very
late? 1 am so sorry il you are sorry,
otherwise l don't think II matters
Agnes said she would expect us when she
saw us. Fortunately" Mrs. Lancing
dinner is a movable feast at
Yelverton, or. indeed. anywhere where
Agnes Brenton presides."
Haverford answered this very frankly.
1 am afraid l am not troubling in the
very least about Mrs. Brenton or her
dinner; 1 am thinking entirely OF you.
This is the first time you have intrusted
yourself TO my care. you know, and 1
want everything to go smoothly"
Can anything go crool1edly with your
asked Camilla Lancing; there was the
faintest tinge of impatience in her voice.
Haverford laughed.
oh! l suppose So" he said Il have
certainly had more than my share OF
luck up 10 now. but one never knows
what is waiting for one round the cor
ner." Then he half rose and looked
ahead. What a mistl' he said. Il hope
we are not in for a sea fog. hate fog
Of any sort"
They drove on IN silence for a few
moments. and the mist gathered increas-
ingly about them; the flock Of birds had
melted away, and the white velvety film
hoated about them like smoke. Every
thing became indistinct: even the broad
outlines OF the chauffeur was yelled and
vague
Camilla Lancing spoke first.
Now, please don't worry about me-"
she said, half-petulantly. ranslating his
silence adroitly. Il am absolutely COM
Portable. Naturally" she added with a
laugh, L know that If I had done my
duty I should have insisted on driving
back with Agnes, though she declared
she did not want ne; but it is so nice
not 10 Go ones duty every now and then.
Did you ever hear Of the little boy who
always asked TO be allowed some wick
edness on Sundays. as he had to be so
good all the days OF the week? I share
the sentiments of that little boy, Mr..
Haverf0rd'
The car pulled Up here again. and the
chauffeur got down and lit the powerful
lamps. BY now they had passed com
pletely into the embrace Of the white
fog; the air was raw, and the damp cold
very penetrating.
But perhaps you mean you wanted me
to go back with the Others" Mrs Ian
sing murmured softly, as they moved
onward again.
Haverford just looked into her eyes.
that even through the mist and her veil
shone brilliantly.
You know perfectly well was not like
~ to do that" he answered bluntly. and
yet there was kind of restraint in his
voice. Mrs. Laneing caught that re-
straint, and with a sudden impatient
contraction OF her brows moved almost
nearer TO him; she arrang-
ed her veil with her small. white-gloved