The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1908-04-18
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Copyright iVO6 by BobbsMerrili Co.
CHAPTER xx.-Continued.


The piano pounding continued and |
waited for what seemed an inter.
minable time. 1t was growing dark
and a maid brought lamps. / took a
book from the table. 1t was THE Life
of Benvenuto Cellni" and Marian Dew.
ereuX was written on the fly leaf, by
Enthusiastically the same hand that had
penned the apology for Olivia's per.
formances. l saw in the clear flowing
lines of the signature, in their lack of
superhuity, her own ease, grace and
charm; and, in the deeper stroke with
which the "X" was crossed, | felt q
challenge, readiness to abide by con.
sequences once her word was given.
Then my own inclination to think well
of her angered me, and | dropped the
book impatiently as she crossed the
threshold
81 am sorry to have kept you wait.
Ing Mr. Glenarm. But this is my busy
hour"
II shall not detain you long came"
Il hesitated, not knowing why / had
come.
She took chair near the open door
and bent forward with an air of atten.
ton that was disquieting. She wore
black-perhaps to fit her the better
into the house of a somber Slsterhood.
l seemed suddenly to remember her
from time long gone, and the effort
of memory threw me off guard. Stod.
dard had said there were several
Olivia Armstrong;; there were Ger.
tainly many Marian DevereuXs. The
silence grew intolerable; she was wait
ing for me to speak, and blurted:
81 suppose you have come to take
charge of the property" 4.
do YOU" she asked.
And you came back with the cxccu.
tor to facilitate matters. I'm glad to
see that you lose no time"
OH" she said lingeringly as though
she were finding with difficulty the
note in which | wished to pitch the
conversation. Her calmness was mad.
dening.
81 suppose you thought 1t unwise to
wait for the bluebird when you had be-
guiled me into breaking a promise,
when | was trapped, defeated"
Her elbow on the arm of the chair,
her hand resting against her cheek,
the light ripping goldenly in her hair,
her eyes bent upon me inquiringly,
mournfully,-mou as ! had seen
them-where?-o before! My heart
leaped in that moment, with that
thought.
Il remember now the first time"
said, more angry than l had ever been
before in my life.
That is quite remarkable" she said,
and nodded her head ironically.
1T was at Sherry's; you were
with Pickering-you dropped your fan
and he picked 1t up, and you turned
toward me for moment. You were In
black that night; It was the unhappi.
ness in your face, In your eyes, that
made me remember"
/ was intent upon the recollection
eager to fix and establish it.
you are quite right. It was at
Sherry's. / was wearing black then;
many things made me unhappy that
night"
Her forehead contracted slightly and
she pressed her lips together.
81 suppose that even then the con-
spiracy was thoroughly arranged"
said tauntingly, laughing a little per-
haps, In my brutal impulse to wound
her to take vengeance upon her.
She rose and stood by her chair, one
hand resting upon 1t. / faced her; her
eyes were like violet seas. She spoke
very quietly.
Mr.. Glenarm, has II occurred to you
that when talked to you there in the
park, when | risked unpleasant gossip
in receiving you in house where you
had no possible right to be, that was
counting upon something,-foolishly
and stupidly,-yet counting upon it?"
you probably thought was fool"
1 retorted.
"No,"-she smiled slightly. Il
thought believe l have said this to
you before!-that you were a gentle
man. really did, Mr.. Glenarm.
must say 1t to justify myself. l relied
upon your chivalry,-I even thought,
when l played being Olivia,-that you
had a sense of humor. But you are
not the one and you haven't the other.
even went so far, after you knew per
fectly well who was, to try to help
you-to encourage you to prove your
self the man your grandfather wished
you to be. And now you come to me
in a shocking bad humor,-l really
think you would like to be insulting,
Mr.. Glenarm, If you could"
But Pickering,--you came back
a. L \.
stay! And now that the property be-
longs to you, there is not the slightest
reason why We should make any pre-
tense OF anything but enmity. When
you and Arthur Pickering stand to-
gether take the other side of the bar
ricade! / suppose chiyalry would re-
quire me to vacate, so that you may
enjoy at once the spoils of war"