Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-09
CHAPTER VI.
Ghosts of Dead Things,


TT was here she said, as they passed
through the walled garden seawards. that
saw you first-you and the other gentle
man who was so kind to me-
Wingrave nodded.
II believe that l remember It," he said:
you We're a mountaineering object in a
very soied pinafore. and most untidy
hair"
II had been but on the cliffs" she re-
minded him, where taking you now.
If you are going to make unkind remarks
about my hair, 1 think that l had better.
fetch hat
Pray don't leave me- he answered. 81
should certainly lose my way. Your hair
in those days was l fancy, a little more
unkempt!'
She laughed
1T used to be cut short" she said. Hid
eous. There! Isn't that glorious?'
She had opened the postern gate in the
wall. and through the narrow opening was
framed a wonderful picture Of the Cornish
sea, rolling into the rock-studded bay Its
soft thunder was in their ears; salt and
fragrant the west wind swept into their
faces. She closed the gate behind her and
stepped blithely forward.
Come she cried. I'VE will climb the
cliffs, where we left you alone, once be-
fore"
Side by side they stood looking over the
ocean. Her head was thrown back, her
ously.
You must have sea blood in your veins"
he remarked. You listen as though you
heard music all the time
And what about your" she asked him,
smiling You are the grandson of Admiral
Sir Wingrave Seton, who commanded
frigate at Trafalgar. and an ancestor OF
yours fought in the Armada"
Il am afraid he said quietly, that
there is hiatus in my life somewhere.
There are voices which call to any
more, and my family records are SO much
dead parchment"
Trouble passed into her glowing face and
clouded her eyes.
"Ah! she said. II do not like to hear you
talk so. Do you know that when you do.
you make me afraid that something I have
always hoped for will never come to pass?"
What Is it?' he asked.
Il have always hoped" she said. that
Tredowen. l suppose am rather a fanci-
full person. This Is country of super
stitions and fancies, you know; but some
times when I have been alone In the pic
ture gallery. with all that long line Of dark
| faces looking down upon me from the
| walls, l have felt like an interoper. AL
ways they seem to be waiting! Tonight,
| after dinner. will take you there. l will
| try and show you what l mean"
| He shook his head.
Il shall never come back" he said. land
there are no more Of my name"
| She hesitated. When at last she spoke, the
| color was coming and going in her cheeks.
Sir Wingrave.' she said. Il am only an
ignorant girl, and have no right to talk
| to you like this. Please be angry with
me If you want to. 1 deserve it. I know
| all about-that ten years! Couldn't you
| forget II, and come back? None Of the
country hsIil people round here your own peo
| were struck and you struck back again. A
| man would do that. You could be as lonely
as you liked here, or you could have friends
If you wished for them. But this is the place
| where you ought to live. You would be
| happier here, l believe. than In exile. The
| love of 1t all would come back. you would
| never be lonely. 1t is the same sea which
! sang to you when you were a child, and
| to your fathers before you. 1t would bring
you forgetfulness when you wanted 1t,
Wingrave interrupted her. His tone was
! cold but not unkind.
My dear young lady" he said. ut is
| very good of you to be so sympathetic, but
L am afraid l am not at sill the sort Of per-
| son you imagine me to be. What l was be-
| fore those ten years-wel. l have forgot
! ten. What l am now, l unfortunately know
| only pleasure lies in the dealing out to
others some portion of the unhappiness
| which was dealt out to me-
| Il Go not believe ii, She declared brisk
| ly.
| He shrugged his shoulders
! Nevertheless. it is true he declared
! cooly. "Listenl More or less you interest
! me. / Will tell you something which 1 have
never yet told to a single human being. l
need not go into particulars. You will
| probably believe a bl Dad statement. My
ten years imprisonment was more or less
! an injustice!'
| Sir Wingrave,"
| He checked her. There was not a tremor
! in his tone. The gesture with which he
| had repealed her was stiff and emotionless
! Il went into prison one man, l came out
| another. While l live I shall never be able
TO think kindly again of a single one of my
| fellow creatures 1t was not my fault So
far as our affections are concerned we
! are machines. all of u.s. Well my main
| spring has broken"
Il don't believe it, she declared.
II 49, nevertheless true" he affirmed
| have no friends, because friends have be-
| come an impOssibiiity to me- | shall not
! tell you any more OF my life, because you
are young, and you would not believe me
| will probably hear for YOURSELF
i shall never believe anything" she de-
ciaTed which do not choose to believe. T
| snail never believe. for instance that Won
are quite what you think yourself ''u
I've We Will talk of other things" he said.
| Five years ago you showed Avpesworth
| where the seagulis built Vi III
And now VIII show YOU" she exclaimed
ca III you are sure that your head is
1t after dinner that sha +oo, 1T,
into the picture gallery Miss HaTrisnn
very much disturbed by the presenca %;
the master of Tredowen. and still NOR
so by the hint which she had aIraadr ,iiu ra {
ceived TO coming changes, followed tbsT,
al II little distance 80 INC IA
y am so sorry juliet said. that wa
have no cigars or cigarettes"
| Il seldom smoke Wingrave answered
| IF only we had had the slightest idea
of your coming Miss Harrison said for
the tenth time, we would have made more
adequate preparations. The wine cellar. a,
least, could have been opened l allowed
| Mir. and Mrs. Tresfarwin to go for their
holiday only yesterday, and the cellars, OF
| course, are never touched"
Your claret was excellent" Wingrave
| assured her
Il am quite sure" Miss Harrison said
| that caret from the local grocer is moi
! what you are accustomed To-
My dear madam" Wingrave protested
Il seldom touch wine. Show me which pie
ture 1t is, Juliet, that you-ah!'
| She had led him to the end OF the gal.
lery. and stopped before what seemed tc
be a plain oak cupboard, surrounded by q