The Detroit times., 1908-06-26
BY MARGARET cARRuTHEas.

then little glimpses of the sound be-
yond.
! The quiet or the country was beau.
tiful and Henrietta always returned
10 II with sense OF filial affection.
Here she belonged. For In some mys-
ferrous way we always do belong to
the place where our life begins. II
had been a rather rainy summer and
the rich green OF everything about
her was part OF luxuriant peace and
rest. The fiowerscented moist air
blew refreshingly against her face
and she threw up her veil taking deep
breaths. When Henrietta could no
longer stand the noise and dirt Of tho
city she rode out here among the
| fields and flowers for rest and quiet.
As abe -nearedr the -tef-ef steep ttttfc
hill her car putting and chugging Ia
boriously, she saw aome distance
ahead OF her a man on horseback He
too code leisurely Perhaps he be-
longs here" thought Henrietta. as she
noted the easy grac, with which he
cat on his splendid animal. Gradual
~ She gained upon lin until fina,,y
she came up alongside of him, with O
noisy whiz and buzz that frightened
hls mount and set INN rearing aai
pllnsing.
Henrietta slackeneC speed until the
frightened beast could be Quieted. But
II was too late. With a final lunga
he sent MS rider fyirg through rhe
air. lai eng him sqrai ely In front %
Henrietta's car. She twisted the
steering gear frantically throwing the
huge machine violently to one side of
the road and bringing II to a sudden
stop. She sprang out and went to the
assistance of the fallen rider.
"Oh, it's nothing" he answered.
struggling TO regain his feet and com
posture. "A slight sprain, nothing SER
ious," he said, smiling bravely
Henrietta gave all her attention 10
the injured foot. She brought anti
septic bandages and arnica from the
emergency case at the rear of the car
while he removed the shoe and stock
ing. Calmly and silently she perform
ed the surgical duties, her patient"
watching her intently
Now. she asked, her voice all
tenderness. where shall | take you?'
He pointed to castle-like house
fronting the sapphire colored bay. He
refused her further assistance. and
hoped on one foot to tha- painting ear.
He guided her across rustic bridges,
through little clusters of wooden for
ests, over smooth shaded drives. Ok
eyed daisies and stalks of early gol-
den rod flashed here and there along
the edges OF well-kept baths. "A
veritable fairy land" unused Henriet-
ia. Her attention must for the most
part be given to operating her car
and she did not see the earnest gaze
Of her companion.
At last they drew up before the
door which was opened by a pomp.
Gus butler In red livery.
| Won't YOU come in?" he asked,
My sister Is away. but you could have
tea and rest awhile. You must be
tired"
Henrietta thanked him, mumbling
something about an engagement for
dinner, threw on the power. and was
gone. AS he stood staring after the
disappearing car, he suddenly remem-
bered that he didn't even know her
name. and II also occurred to him
that he had not told her his What il
he should never see her again? why
didn't | ask her." he thought.
He remembered the calm, inscrut-
able marble beauty OF face and form
that recalled tales Of the old northern
sagas. The ivory pallor OF her skin
the bronze red simmer OF her hair
that waved In close silken ripples
over the temples and ears and was
gathered up again like a crown Of red
gold on her head. Her great lumin-
GUS gray eyes were instinct with the
spirit OF reminescence as though on
the verge of melting in some consent
ing dream. He was glad now that he
had not asked her name. He did not
wish TO incur the suspicion of inquisi-
tiveness. To him she seemed at once
the incarnation of all his life had hith-
erto missed or craved. bachelor,
rich, blase, and caring nothing for So
ciety. he was constitutionally of
somewhat sour reserve and resentful
self-consciousness. His mood had
won him few friends, and its demon
stration had speedily estranged such
as had been attracted TO him Not
until the car had disappeared com,
pletely In cloud OF dust did he re-
member his sprained ankle.
Henrietta sped cityward through
faint gathering twilight mists. vaguely
conscious of some new exultation. She
wondered who he was and how moth
er nature produced her ! effects.
Through the gathering shadows she
saw dlmly outlined a large heavily
built man. with rough hewn features
that possessed a rude symmetry OF
their own. But IL was the eyes that
gave the granite face its rare refine
ment and distinction. for the express
sion OF his light blue thick-lashed
eyes was so exquisite that il had for
Henrietta the effect OF perfume
and suggested some choice blossoms
In the crannied wall far up and out of
reach.
AS she neared the ferry her dreams
fed. giving place to the more pro-
siac things OF life She was due at the
Colonial club for dinner at and II
was already els.
A month later. Robert Livingston
sat In the spacious smoking room of
the Iris club. The embers OF a half
spent CRATE fire threw a softened color
over pictures. furnishings and the
rudy blonde face OF Robert. who sat
dreaming before 1t.
Hello. Bob" how's the foot?"
Glad TO have you back with US.
No place like a fellows club, eh.
Bob" The newcomer moved UP
chair and sat down. He was Arthur
Gorham. whose only pleasure was his
club. and whose only responsibility
was the spending OF the enormous
income left him by his thrifty, crusty