The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1908-07-23

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"Iulk to me, Mr.. 81 conversation
| acdrd" veered again to-
ward the mystery Of heredity
"Do you mean, Mr.. Siward. that
| heredity Is an excuse for moral weak
nessY she asked.
Il don't know. Those inheridng
nothing Of evil say it is no excuse"
1T Is no excuse
You speak with authority" he said.
with more than you are aware Of"
she murmured, not meaning to say It,
She stood up impulsively, her fresh
face turned to the distant house, her
rounded young figure poised in relief
against the sky.
Inherited or not, idleness, procras-
tination, are my besetting sins. Can't
you suggest the remedy, Mr.. Siward ?"
"But they are only the thieves Of
Time, and we kill the poor old gentle
man"
"Leagued assassins," she repeated
pensively.
Her gown had caught on the clifr
briers. He knelt to release It, she
looking down, noting an ugly tear In
the fabric.
Payment for my iniquities-the first
installment," she said, still looking
down over his shoulder and watching
his efforts to release her. Thank you,
Mr. Siward. think we ought to
start. don't your
He Strengthened up, smiling, await
Ing her further pleasure. Her pleasure
being capricious she seated herself
again, saying: What meant to say
was this: Evils that spring from be-
redity are no excuse for misconduct In
people OF our sort. Environment not
heredlty, counts And it's our busi-
ness. who have every chance in the
world, to make good"
He looked down, amused at the
piquant incongruity of voice and YER
nacular.
what time is itY' she asked irrele-
vanity.
He glanced at his watch. She turn
ed her eyes toward the level sun, con-
scious and a little conscience stricken
that 1t was too late for her to drive to
Black Fells Crossing unless she start
ed at once.
1t grew stiller. The wind went down
with the sun
Doubtless he had forgotten to tell
her the time. She had almost forgot
ten that she had asked him. With the
silence Of sunset a languor, the indo-
lence Of content, crept over her. She
saw him close his watch with the alb
sentmlnded air which she already. as
ISOLATED with him, and she let the
for the effort of repetition-let the pro-
1ected drive go-acquiescent, content
that matters shape themselves without
any interference from her. The sense
Of ease, Of physical well being, invaded
her with an agreeable relaxation as
though tension somewhere had slack
ened
The conversation drifted illogically.
Sometimes he stirred her to amuse-
ment, even hushed laughter. Some
times she smilingly agreed with his
views. Sometimes she let them go
uncriticised or, intent on her own
Ideas, shook her small head In amused
disapproval.
The stiffness over all, the deepening
mellow light, the blessed Incidence Of
the young world and their few years
In it-youth-that was perhaps the key
to 1t all, after ALL
Tomorrow" she unused aloud, knees
Graded In her clasped f1ngers-"tomor-
row they'll shoot, with great circum-
stance and fuss, few native wood
cock-there's no flight yet from the
north-a few grouse, fewer snlpe, a
stray duck or two. Others will drive
motor cars over bad roads. Others
will ride, sail, golf-anything to kill
the eternal enemy. You know the ma
Jority Of the people here or coming,
don't your
"Who are they?'
She began, 1.-THE Leroy Mortiners?'
"Oh, yes"
~Lord Alderdene and Captain vouch-
err and the Page twins and MarionY'
EYES,"
"Rena Bonnesdel, the Tassel girl,
Agatha Caithness, Mrs. Vendenning-
all sorts, all SETS" And, with an eff.
fort, "If I'm to drive l should like to-
to know what time 1t is"
He Informed her, and she, too indo.
lent to pretend surprise and finding
reproach easier, told him that he had
no business to permit her to forget.