New-York tribune., 1908-11-01

too long Somehow. don't want you to misunder-
stand about that
A dark flush mounted into his face. L am very
glad you told me that" he said, too steadily
TIT wasn't the trick l minded,-that would have
been fair enOugh-it was that you let tell YOU a
thing | wouldn't have wanted to have enemy
know. Will you forgive me for having taken 1t the
wrong way
Then, feeling that in some electric way the simple
little word had expressed good deal, she tried to
assume a more commonplace manner. That wind
out there seems to be growing madder every minute,
she went i think | had better get back 10
the house while / have the chance Oh, you needn't
unless you like. shall get along perfectly well
alone"
She had brought her parasOl from the corner OF the
room while she was speaking, and was now engaged
in tying her veil in big bow, tight under her chin
SMITH was just turning away from the barometer
- the wall when she completed this operation,
and she saw look OF gravity in his face. Yes,
he said, we had best lose no time about it. l am
afraid we are in for a big blow.
She laughed. You are not counting this bg."
No. he said gravely, something very different
from this. We viii go the other door We might
have trouble getting this shut. Oh, shall get
down all right. 1t is nothing much yet"
You needn't worry about me- she said 81 like
it."
They went out the back door of the station. as he
had suggested, and circed the building its shell
tered side
Now for it," said he
but the farther side just before the path began
descend, they came to 4 standstil Christabel,
facing the wind, bending her weight against It,
puckered up her eyes and gazed out over the foam
snothered miles of sea
But Smith turned his back on it and looked at the
girl her face flushed with the tingle of salt spray
on it; at the little ringets about her ears, curled
tight with the moisture in them at her proud young
body which fairly thrilling with the of her
struggle with the gale
Suddenly her gaze focused itself That ship
must be coming in, she said, framing the words
with difficulty; for the wind fairly blew them out OF
her mouth.
He looked and nodded. 1t the Pheasant, L
She Immediately began making her way down the
path In the comparative shelter OF the hillside,
conversation became possible again
The girl had something to say but it did not
come very easily. Finally she stopped in the path
and faced him. " If it is the Pheasant, and If It IS
coming in here, what will happen to yOus'
Why, that will depend he said, on who hap
pens to be aboard her, and what that person hap
pens to be told when he comes ashore. | am not
very clear IN my own mind about 1t l haven t had
the benefit of expensive legal advice; but suppose
well within the possibilities that should spend
the night in the guardhouse."
She walked on little farther, and then paused
again " | wish YOU wouldn't get arrested, she SAID
anxiously. Why don't you"
RUM" he asked. " Hide in the cave somewhere:
Live sapodillas?"
Yes, She assented desperately not to be laughed
out of the idea
Should YOU think any the worse of me-, he
asked seriously, If they put in the guardhouse,
and If wasn't able to deny or to explain what was
put there for?"
"Of course not" she said. Il know what YOU
are. That IS what matters; not what YOU do
DO you mean that Christabel?'
There hesitation the word. He took
it, somehow, though 1t belonged to him
Her eyes widened little at it. She shivered
does with the shock of cold in the morning;
but the glow quickly after. She glad he
had said 1t, half wished he would say 1t again.
Why she said, trust YOU Just as | trust father.