The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-04-28
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By Justns Niles Forman
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tonight Is that I believe she still cares for you"
 Wareham gave a sudden astonshed cry, and the cigar dropped from his raised fin- gers. covering his knees with ashes.
 Still cares for me-" he said staring at the other man. For me? Oh, you're-it's s impossible, impossible.
 l think not" said the woman's hus- band. T believe she still cares for you, and so is-and so finds it mpossIble-A woman cannot really love two men at once" He threw out one hand in a ner- vous, overwrought gesture.
 Cant you see what I'm shooting at?' he said desperately. Cant you see what l llean? Here's your chance, your chance to make up for what you did years ago. You broke a woman's heart then. That woman is unhappy now because of it. Don't you see what you've got chance to do?'
 Wareham shaded his eyes with his hand and continued to watch the other mans troubled, twitching face.
 Frankly" he said. T don't I'm quite in the dark. Granted all you've been saying is true-granted for the sake of argument, it's true. and pitiful enough, hideous enough God knows Still, I don't see what reparation you have in mind. No, I'm quite in the dark"
 Make her cease caring for youi said Cromwell. Make her despise you, hate you! Give her some reason. real or trumped up, that will turn her love to dislike and disgust. There's your chance to save her happiness. I tell you" he cried. 'I could win her love even now, even after this time, if you would do that. Sometimes I've thought l was on the very edge of 1t, and then-she was back r her shell again, out of my reach. There's your chance. Are you man enough to take it?'
 Wareham rose abruptly to his feet and began to pace back and forth across the room, smiting his hands together before him. The situation, with it's wholly un- looked-for drama, appealed keenly to his histrionic nature. A pleased. excited lit tie laugh forced itself to his lips as he moved across the room He was a great painter, in spite of his youth. About that there could be no argument, but, to the forming of that chemical combination which had, as it were, surcharged one section of his brain, had gone certain elements whose presence elsewhere was sadly needed. To put the thing very briefly he had, to the full that triple na- ture child-devil-god, which we call the artistic temperament
 It was quite characteristic that in his train of thought there was not one true manly element of generosity not one The fact that 1t was a goo deed, that it was fact that 1t was good deed, that it was occurred to him. He thought of nothing but the sheer pieturesqueness of the part he was to play.
 He halted in his walk before the other man, and looked down at him with ex- actly the right sort of smile, frank, open, honest, eager to make amends.
 m do it. he said.
 Beatrice Cromwell came down to break fast the next morning half an hour later than haf ha md .l,o,, ,e1,a in the breakfast room finishing his cof- fee
 Oh" said he, ''it appears that Carols farmer man died last night of a stroke of something. Very sad indeedl Had a young wife. recently married Carol and Mrs Cartwright have gone over to the farmhouse. We shan't see them before lunch, l fancy. They left all sorts of apologies for you.'
 Mrs. Cromwell said she was sorry, and expressed some sympathy but she said it so absently and without concern that her husband looked up at her in surprise
 Its fine morning." he said "We might go for a bit of walk through the gardens and across the fields when you've finished breakfast-that is, if 1t wouldn' bore you"
 'I should like it very much" she said Shall we go now? I don't think I want any breakfast. l had cup of tea in bed"
 They went out across the broad lawn which lay before the country house, and down through the box -bordered, gravel pathed formal esplanade beyond, and SC into tangle of old Fashioned garden where the hollyhocks leaning drunkenly and larkspur and mignonette and cocks combs and love-in-a-mist and sweet vii liam, and all such delightful things, odor- ous under the warm morning sun potent ly reminiscent, somehow, are all long forgotten odors, of ones faraway, un- spoiled youth-reminiscent almost to the point of tears.
 Mrs. Cromwell threw back her head with closed eyes, drawning in the heavy mingled fragrance, and something very like a sob broke from her, but her hus- band made a sudden exclamation. My pipe.'' he said. I've come away and left my pipe l must fetch it. Bee ? His wife laughed.
 "Tobacco," she cried You're going to profane this heavenly place with tobacco How very like a man. Be quick then IT walk slowly on." Cromwell went back to- ward the house and the woman moved on past tangled banks of spicy sweetness and presently came out into an open circle of turf, where stood a vine-wreather sun dial and--one beside it who waited with level unsmiling eyes for her apparoch. |. She did not see him till she was very: near, then she caught her breath quickly and made as if she would turn aside with only a bow. Then she stopped, looking into his face.
 Well, Betty" said the man.
 'What-have you and I to-say to each