Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1907-05-11

| being turned into a gun-room for the
Major; the Major hates dogs in the
house, and so Rollo is to be sold; even
my piano is to be moved to the tiny
room next to the servants hall because
the Major detests music"
Mainwaring could not trust himself
to speak. He stared flxedly out of the
window.
But that's not the worst" she went
on in a low voice. when they come
back from the honeymoon I'm not to be
allowed to NOPE over books as mother
calls 1t, any more. I'm to be taken out
all day and every day, be seen, be-oh,
it's hateful Of me to speak of 1t, l sup
pose, but the fact is more hateful still
be advertised"
mol" he protested. mot that!"
"Yes, just that. knew you'd under
stand. Thank you" She opened the lid
of her desk and turned the pages OF nm
illustrated weekly. Took" she said,
below her breath, II saw this a few
weeks ago, and its horribleness fascin-
ated me. l had to keep it."
He took it from her and looked.
A girl In billowy ball-dreSs walking
slowly across a room. In one corner,
complaccntly approving, her mother. In
another corner group Of nickname,
sensuOus, young, old, admiring, critical
by whisper, nudge and play Of eye
brow appraising her. And somehow in
the girl, beneath her youthful beauty
and exquisite occurrences, q faint elu-
siye suggestion in smile and bearing
that she was aware of 1t all and I'M
ashamed. Beneath was the title, SUI
perfluous enough--"What Offers?" 'Di-
| abolical !" he said.
Manwaring threw 1T aside violently.
She put 1t back in her desk.
And yet" she unused, 81 can only
escape that, If I"
"Yes?"
"Well-there are two people"
He understood. "ChristophersenY p
he said.
yes"
And Northcote?'
She nodded. I'm glad you know.
I wish you'd tell me what-what you
think Of Mr.. Christopherson? You see,
I've met SO few people. may be
wrong, may expect too much of peo-
pie"
He shrugged his shoulders smiling
half-heartedly. "Christopherson Is east
ly classed. l think" he said. "Of the
earth, earthly"
She nodded. Eyes, isn't hef I'm
glad l wasn't wrong. There's simply
nothing else to say about him, is there,
except OF course, that he's rich? L
I couldn't, could II"
mo, you couldn't" he agreed vehe-
mently.
"But-CharlesT she suggested. He
could not decide whether her tone was
doubtful or merely non-committal
"Northcote," he said with entire
heartiness, sis one of the best fellows
living"
Yes" she agreed, isn't hep And
he waited for her to add moro.
az know" she explained with diff
Guilty, that's he's what you mean by
one Of the best fellows living, and what
mean by lovable." Mainwaring
WINGED. sand don't suppose he's got
an enemy in the world
"1ts most unlikely" he agreed, with
grim determination. Hes good-tem-
pered, unselfsh, very modest and abso-
lutely straight"
Diana's eyes sparkled. "It sounds
planned; ''too good to be true"
He laughed $50 it does. Sorry"
ooh, it's all right l didn't mean
anything Charles a dear, of course.
Only-well, l always seem to know ex-
actly what he will say and do, and If
married him 1 should be bored by
that in three months, and when one is
bored one gets irritable, and then--
she paused.
80 you don't want to marry hin?"
he hazarded incredulously.
"NO; but it might be better than
what we were talking Of just now"
He made no reply. With a pencil he
was absently making marks on the
back of An envelope.
II don't believe you are listening"
she reproached him, and looked over
his shoulder. Lines and lines! Do
they mean anything?
He laughed awkwardly. "Oh, no! At
least nothing at all original [ was
only thinking. You and Christopher
son, for instance, are like these diverg-
ing ones aren't you? Nothing In COM
mon, and the more you saw of each
other the worse 1t would get. Hardly
new idea, is it2r
She was pointing to the next pair of
lines.
''Those?" she demanded.
'The converging ones7 Well, you
and Eorthcote."
She Raa thong l1tfI1l aaIthor. Ia. IL.