The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1907-08-28

they started on their ramble, and the
falling dew drew out delicious odors
from grass, and flowers, and shrubs,
as they proceeded along the avenue
which, skirting the bois, led to the
river side. 1t was longer than Miss
Lambert thought, and the moon had
risen before they reached the Seine.
At first they had kept all together,
but gradually Glynn contriVed to sep
arate himself and Miss Lambert from
the rest. And so you had not cour-
age enough for the STAGE" he said,
after a short pause in their converse
ton.
mo; I suppose it is want of cour-
age that holds me back-a sort OF
constitutional dislike to such a call
ing. Though I greatly admire
actresses and singers, I could not be
one. 1 love quietness, stiffness, be-
ing with a few people I like"
Then you cannot like Paris?"
"Oh, yes! 1 am very happy here. l
enjoy music and pictures, and my
father gives me everything I can want
or wish. I am a most fortunate girl,
but"
There are butts in every life,'
said Glynn, as she paused. He want
ed her to speak on.
There is scarcely a but in mine.
I was going to say that I seem to
want a few months in the country
every year to make life complete
Have you been accustomed to the
country, them"
Yes. When we first came from
Australia l. was rather delicate, and l
used to live with the kind woman who
took care of me after my mothers
death at her brothers farm in a beau
tiful country on the borders of Wales.
It was a delightful place. Then, when
I was about twelve my father thought
I ought to learn something, and he
put me to school in the convent. L
have never been in England since;
still I always fancy I am English"
And 1 feel as if you were; but
Mr.. Lambert is an Americana"
Not by birth. Tell me, did you
know my father very well long ago.
Yes; that is, we ran some risks
together. Why do you ask?"
Because you are so unlike all his
other friends"
Indeed! Am I too English"
mo; I cannot exactly say what
the difference is, but it is very great"
Somehow these few simple. words
elated Glynn as though they con-
tanned the highest compliment. He
restrained the reply which sprans to
his lips, and changed the subject by
exclaiming, There is the river; how
fine it looks in the moonlight"
Eyes; there" is real harmonythere."
You are right, Elsie" exclaimed
her father. ut gives one the feeling
of being in church when the organ is
playing"
"And you and your delightful sing
ing give me the feeling of silvery
light upon a still, smooth lake." said
Glynn, in a low tone, to his compan-
ion. You will be for ever associated
in my memory with moonlight and
music"
Elsie smiled a thoughtful smile.
"I am not sure that such an asso-
citation of ideas is a good omen.
There is something mournful and
mystic in the moon"
Il could never bring anything but
good to YOU" whispered Glynn, who
was strangely stirred by the charm
of his companion, the beauty Of the
scene, the curious fatality which had
drought him into contact with Lam
bert after having lost sight of him
for so many years.
"Dieu!" cried Mademoiselle d.
villiers, II am expiring with fatigue,
and I have all that long way to walk
back"
Not at all, my dear young lady,
said Lambert, with a superior air.
Il made a few inquiries before we
started, and told them to send on n
of the carriages after us. There, /
think I hear it coming"
The drive back was a fitting end
to a delightful day. Glynn secured
a seat near Elsie, and though neither
of them spoke many words, he at
least felt that the electric communi-
cation of unuttered sympathy was
complete and sufficient.
Thank you for a delightful day,
Mr.. Lambert"
my dear boy"-it had been my
dear sir" the day before-"it is a real
pleasure to meet you. Look in on us
now and again. I am sure my daugh-
ter will be delighted Elsie! Where
is she?"
miss Lambert is rather tired; I
think she has gone in. Good night.
Thanks. 1 have a cigar"
To he Continued.