Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1907-03-21

Her soothing voice, her smile, her al
most affectionate gesture, each carried
weight. With Il swift return of assur-
ance he responded to her tone.
"Right!!" he said. Right. We will
enjoy ourselves!" He laughed quickly
and again with a conscious movement
lifted his hand to his muff1er.
-Then Wen postpone the advice:'
Gillian laughed too.
eyes. Right! Well postpone it." The
word pleased him, and he caught at it.
1--WE won't bother about it now, but
we won't shelve 1T altogether. Well
postpone it."
EXACTLY" She settled herself more
comfortably. You'll dine with me one
highland we car talk it out then.
see so little of you nowadays" she
added in q lower voice.
"My dear girl, you're unfair Chill
c0te's spirits had risen. He spoke rap
idly, almost pleasantly. lit isn't l who
keep away. It's the stupid affairs of
the world that keep me. I'd be With
you every hour of the twelve if | had
my way
She looked up at the bare trees. Her
expression was a delightful mixture Of
amusement, satisfaction and skepti-
cism. Then you will dine?" she said
at last.
Certainly" His reaction to high
spirits carried him forward.
Nov nice? Shall we fix a day"
"a 1orC Voc. 10 y,ol, lilo JJo
hesitated for an instant. then again the
impulse of the previous moment domi-
mated his other feeling. Yes" he said
quickly; yes. After all, why not fix it
now" With a sudden inclination 10
ward amiability he opened his over
coat, thrust his hand into an inner
pocket and drew out his engagement
book-the same long. narrow book fit
ted with two pencils that Loder had
scanned SO interestedly or his first
morning at Grosvenor square. He
opened 1t. turning the pages rapidly.
"What day shall it be: Thursdays
full-and Friday-and Saturday. What
q bore!!" He still talked fast.
Lillian leaned across. What a sweet
book she said. but why the blue
crosses" She touched one of the
pages with her gloved finger.
Chilcote ierked the book, then laugh
ed, with q touch of embarrassment.
"Oh. the crosses. Merely to remind
me that certain appointments must be
kept. You know my beastly memory.
But what about the day? Shall we fix
the day." His voice was in control,
but mentally her trivial question had
disturbed and Jared him. What day
shall we say he repeated. monday
in next week.
Lillian glanced up, with Il faint eX-
clamation of disappointment. How
horribly far away She spoke with
engaging petulancc and, leaning for
ward afresh. drew the book from Chill
she exclaimed, turning back a page.
"Why not tomorrow? I knew l saw a
blank space"
Tomorrow. oh, II He stopped.
"Jack!!' Her voice dropped. 1t was
true that she desired Chilcote's opinion
VII uSl oofCltu1G, 1Ol ShilSotSS oliA
ion on men and manners had a certain
bitter shrewdness, but the exercise of
her own power added a point to the
desire. If the matter had ended with
the gain or loss of a tete-a-tete with
him, it Is probable that, whatever its
utility, she would not have pressed 1t,
but the underlying motive was the
stronger. Chilcote had been a satellite
for years, and it was unpleasant that
any satellite should drop away into
space.
"Jack!' she said again in a lower
and still more effective tone, and, lift
ing her muff, she buried her face in
her flowers. II suppose I shall have
to dine and go to a music hall with
Leonard-or stay at home by myself
she murmured, looking out across the
trees.
Again Chilcote glanced over the long,
tan strewn ride. They had made the
full circuit Of the park.
Its tiresome being by oneself she
murmured.
For awhile he was irresponsible: then