Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-03

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 stranger at home. Mohunsleish was
 delighted to be spoken to by her, though, one could see. His eyes bright. ened up and he smiled. looking straight at her as if she were new and absolutely desirable kind of rife
 I say rife because Mohunsleigh is a great shot and would rather spend his money (what he has of iD on a new invention by way of gun than anything else.
 Used to be in the army. I've chuck. ed 1t now" he explained affably, be. ginning to look quite nice. for really, though small and wiry, with ginger colored hair and mustache and no col ored eyes, Mohunsleigh isn't an ugly man when you come to notice his nice, sharp features. He's only a distant cousin of mine and so old (he's nearly forty that in the first years of our acquaintance he made himself agree able by teaching me to ride on his foot, but I always liked him-when- ever remembered his existence. Nat urally, though, this hasn't been often. as one of his many eccentricities is to be continually proving at the ends of the earth-anywhere where there may be animals to shoot. What kind he doesn't seem to care if they are only large enough. Once he was fond of tigers, but the last thing he had a fad for was polar bears, and he sent mother a skin. which makes the oak room smell strongly of camphor.
 T hope, anyhow. you're going to pay a good long visit to Newport" said Mrs. Pitchley.
 II meant to go back tomorrow morn- ing" replied Mohunsleigh, "but per haps might stop on a bit longer" wen give you some fun," volun- teered Miss Pitchley, looking frightful- ly pretty.
 Twill you? said Mohunsleigh "Jol- iy nice of you. l must think about ir.' Then he deigned to remember that I was his little long lost cousin, asked when I'd arrived on this side the water and few other things, but he looked more at Miss Pitchley than at me. l suppose it Is difficult to be much excited about person who has taken riding lessons on your foot.
 Potter asked Mohunsleigh where he was staying. and when he heard it was at hotel he said his sister wouldn't allow that to go on Lord Mohuns- leigh would have to come to the Moorings, that was settled, and his man must be told to pack up his things directly. Migntn't word be sent by messenger at once?
 Haven't brought man, thanks aw- fully. Shed that habit long ago." said my cousin. I've got precious little luggage, too; picked this thing up in a shop as I came along and they charged me the deuce of lot for it. You're awfully good, you know, and all that, to offer to put me up, but I only came prepared to spend a night or two"
 Then Potter insisted and blew all Mohunsleigh's objections away one by one as if they had been threads of cobweb, still my cousin wouldn't give a definite answer, perhaps not under standing American hospitality, or per haps having other ideas which he pre- ferred. At all events we went to the bathing machines (which weren't bath htyf houses) without anything being decid- ed. The only invitation which Mo hunsleigh had really accepted was Mrs. Pitchley's, for her husbands bathing box.
 She kept her word and called him ''Lord Mohunsleigh" in quite a high voice, just as we passed the man who had refused to let him go on to the beach before, but the man didn't seem impressed in the least. I think he didn't even recognize Mohunsleigh as the same person, or if he did be pre- tended very cleverly not to.
 I had forgotten the horror of the bathing dress in my surprise at meet AbS -4pnuISiciSH, uuG II ISil ONcI iuC again like a cloud as soon as I was shut up in the bathing box with those wisps of green silk. I wouldn't have the maid help me and wrestled with the ordeal alone. It took me some time, but when everything was on (there were only four things counting the cap and smart little sandals) l couldn't say to myself that the effect wasn't attractiv It was, and I did approve of myself in the quaint head dress, which was more like fetching silk toque with an Alsatian bow in front than a mere cap.
 But the awful moment came when I was ready, with my hand on the door. Pm sure Joan of Arc must have felt like that when she had let her hair down and put on that graceful white dress of hers one sees in the pictures, to be burned. She may have been dimly aware that she was looking quite her best, as was, but even that i couldn't have buoyed her up much at the moment, and it didn't me.
 AS 1 stood hesitating, somebody i knocked. I peeped out. and 1t was ] Sally-quiet, unassuming little Sally l with her middle aged airs-looking l like one of Stan's gaiety girl photo l graphs. in a short, low necked dress of |