The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-12-03

he TURNED SUDDENLY AND CAUGHT HER
HAND IN HIS OWN.
sorbng anecdotes of his work, his
travel and the dangers he had under
gone.
Duncan arrived duly The guests,
who were assembled on the wide YER
anda, saw Tim bring the big road car
up to the steps, saw a bronzed, grave
faced young man climb out and pune
tilously greet Mrs. Harvey as Cousin
Mary"
If they had expected any signs Of
his far heralded exploits about him,
any gray hairs on his head or any
marks of suffering upon his face, they
We're doomed to disappointment. He
was fair haired, sleek, well groOmed.
Indeed, he looked much more like
prosperous business man on week
ned vacation than a celebrity with
whose name two continents were ring
ing.
At dinner that night Mrs. Harvey
made her first attempt to draw him
out
Now Ted" she suggested as the
coffee was served, we're all impa-
tient to hear about it,"
Duncan looked surprised. about
what, Cousin Mary" he asked.
what, indeed?" she returned. "YOur
recent triumph in Lassa, of course"
Duncan actually blushed under his
coat of tan and squirmed uneasily in
his chair as he realized all the eyes at
the table were upon him.
"Oh, that" he said. IT'S nothing
really nothing. It's not worth the tell
ing"
But the papers said
The papers," he interrupted; "the
yellow sheets, you mean, Cousin Mary.
They must have news. They'll make
something out of the most hopeless
material"
You talked with the grand lama.
Tell us about him. What did he say?"
Duncan laughed with some embar-
rassment. Nice little chap, the lama.
YOungiSh. he is, with a lean face and
keen eyes. We had quite Il gossipinG
bee through an interpreter. Seemed
most interested in the color of my hair,
the lama did. Wanted to know what
made it yellow. | tried to tell him it
was nature and not peroxide that did
1t, but the Interpreter got all tangled
up trying to put it right, and the lama's
face was like craven image. guess
the thing didn't go"
In self defense he turned to the girl
at his left.
What was your score on the links
this afternoon?' he asked. Forty
one? Fine! Wish could do as good
as that"
AS an attraction, an entertainer Of
Mrs. Harvcy's guests Duncan proved
n signal failure. He was taciturn, shy,
i'll at ease. The guests on their part
stood rather in awe of the big, grave
young man with the slow smile and
the thoughtful eyes.
They imagined he found them trivial,
not worth his efforts. When they were
on the links or putting the horses to
the hurdles behind the stables. he took
long solitary rambles across the noun
tains.
When they played bridge or danced
in the evening, he sat alone on the We
1Inda, smoking innumerable cigarettes
Iirs. Harvey, in frank disappointment,
told herself he was impossible.
The usual game of bridge was in
full swing one evening and Duncan
was sitting quite alone on one end of
the veranda, looking at the great bulk
OF the mountains looming dimly In the
moonlight
He heard the door open softly, and,
turning, he saw Eleanor Graydon COM
Ing toward him. Duncans pulses quick
ened. There was something about this
tall, beautiful girl. with her cool voice
and her steady brown eyes, that he
found most attractive-most disuuiet
ingly attractive, indeed.
She laughed softly as she saw him
there.
"Deserter!" she taunted. "You and
your pose of solitude are getting on
Mrs. Harvey's nerves. l can see 1t.
Really, I'm beginning to believe you
cOnceited."
Duncan drew up a chair. won't you
sit here for minute and watch these
mountains with me?" said he. "Pm-
I'm He paused
You're whatT' she prompted.
Lonely" he finished, with such evi.