Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1907-02-07

"What likeness 2" he asked sharply.
glanced away across the long sweep Of
tan covered drive stretching between
the trees. Then he glanced furtively
back.
"By the way" he said quickly, you
wanted me for something's" The mem
ory of her earlier suggestion came as a
sudden boon.
She lifted her muff again and smell
ed her roses thoughtfully. ooh. it was
nothing. really" she said. You sar-
castle people give very shrewd sugges-
lions sometimes, and I've been rather
wanting a suggestion on an-an adven-
ture that I've had" She looked down
at her flowers with charmingly atten-
tive air.
But Chilcote's restlessness had in
creased. Looking up, she suddenly
caught the expression, and her own
face changed.
sMy dear Jack" she said softly,
"what bore | am! Let's forget tedi-
Gus things and enjoy ourselves" She
leaned toward him caressingly with an
air of concern and reproach.
The action was not without effect.
Her soothing voice, her smile, her al
most affectionate gesture, each carried
weight. With a swift return of assur-
ance he responded to her tone.
.'Rightw he said. Right! We will
enjoy ourselvesr' He laughed quickly
and again with a conscious movement
lifted his hand to his muffler.
sgThen we'll postpone the advice?'
Lillian laughed too.
ssYes. Right. Well postpone it," The
word pleased him, and he caught at it.
.EVe won't bother about it now, but
we won't sheIve it altogether. Well
postpone it."
Exactly" She settled herself more
comfortably. you'll dine with me one
highland we can talk it out then.
see so little of you nowadays" she
added III a lower voice.
'sNty dear girl, you're unfair!' Chill
cote's spirits had risen. He spoke rap
idly, almost pleasantly. ut isn't who
keep away. It's the stupid affairs OF
the world that keep me. I'd be with
you every hour of the twelve il had
my way
She looked up at the bare trees. Her
expression was delightful mixture OF
amusement, satisfaction and skepti
cism. .Then you will diner" she said
at last
Certainly" His reaction to high
spirits carried him forward.
snow nice? Shall we fix day?"
"a day? Yes; yes-if you like" he
hesitated for an instant, then again the
impulse of the previous moment domi
mated his other feeling. YES" he said
quickly: s'yes. After all, why not fix i
now?" With sudden inclination to
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 ha6
scanned SO interestedly on his frs
morning at Grosvenor square. He
opened it, turning the pages rapidly
'sWhat day shall it be? Thursdays
full and Friday and Saturday. Wha'
a bore!' He still talked fast.
Lillian leaned across. What swee1
bookr' she said. But why the blue
crosses z? She touched one of The
pages with her gloved finger.
Chllcote jerked the book, then laugh
I'd, with touch of embarrassment
sOh, the crosses! Merely to REMIND
me that certain appointments must b.
kept. You know my beastly memory
/ But what about the day? Shall we f1
the day?' His voice was in control
but mentally her trivial question hat
disturbed and Jared him. What da.
shall we say 2" he repeated. Monday
in next week r.
Lillian glanced up, with faint ex