The Detroit times., 1909-03-03
CHAPTER xvl.-(contlnued.)

z ElUST be the same thing IN all
IMI these books" the old nurse
tHHtHwEs= saying 1aIfhpFe=eaH-t-bs
\ enough different words To go
around. But the Lords been
very good 10 me. don't have 10
read EN-: only dust em. All. here you
are. dearie," she added. as Ernest let
himself in the front door and came
into the library.
She hustled around. talking volubiy
while Ernest moved about among the
books in moody silence. paying no
heed. Finally he threw OF his coat
desperately and went TO his desk.
Ernest, the Historian.
"Giye me my old coat-my Oldest
coat" he commanded.
Rose brought shabby old coat
which had been lying across chair
back. and Ernest got into II. Then he
sat down and stared yacantly ahead
OF him.
whats the matter, Master Ernest
you seem sad" Rose asked SOLICITORS
ly.
Not at all; I'm gay" he protested.
waving his hand.
Just as you say, dearie." Rose ac-
ouiesced Miss Charlottes been mere.
She went out To get some MOWERS.
She's very good said Ernest
NO one knows how good she is why,
Rose" he went on, growing expansive.
sometimes when were working toi-
get all about her. | go OH dlctatlhS
argument after argument, marshalilhS
my proofs, reinforcing my theories
polishing, revising, risping my adJeS-
tives, strengthening my adverbs' untll'
suddenly, look up and see that she
turned quite pale"
He seemed mildly amazed that
Charlotte should grow faint before
such a strenuous task.
Small wonder. after all that was
| Roses comment.
T Yet, even when ready To drop she
| Is ready TO go on scratching her pen
/ for me I'll doomsday.' Ernest went
on.
But | appreciate her devotion
Rose, although she Is occasionally
guilty Of inaccuracies with regard Ia
brackets and parentheses. esteem
! her profoundly. She shall never, neY'
or have cause 10 think me ungrateiul
AT that instant there had come back
10 Ernest the memory OF that Beetho-
ven duet. To his surprise. he found the
memory rather pleasant, and not
| fraught with the doubts and uncer'
tainties. not TO say dread. that hau
accompanied it formerly.
For the moment Jacqueline occu'
pied only the sub-conscious stratum oil
/ his memory. and Charlotte was Nv
ing reality-and that had been a real
kiss.
Ernest was masculine, and the male
ever flies from the wound In coldness
OF the inaccessible woman 10 the con
soling warmth OF one who waits with
tenderness Men are strong whet
they are loved: they are babies wher
they love.
Just a Trick Of Fate.
No evening that was to end II
crushing. humiliating disappointment
ever opened more auspiciously thar
did that evening OF the promised ain
ner party for Charlotte. Ii Is safe tC
say that she would have agreed be
fore the dinner had ended TO exchange
her position as secretary FOR the more
cherished, IL less comprehensive. reia
ton OF wife. had she ever got as fai
as the dinner and had there been nc
trick OF fate to turn every purpose
aside
Ernest's head was rather full o
Charlotte when Rose left him to an
swer the bell, and returned with let
ter, which she placed in front of him
He took up a pen and began tC
work. then laid IL aside and careless
~ tore open the letter. reading 1t witt
an air of abstraction.
Slowly a look of establishment. be
wilderment. overspread his face. He
Strengthened up in his chair. shooi
himself, bent his eyebrows, pressed
his lips together and read 1t again
Then he put it down and took up his
pen and wrote few lines. Ehen ht
took up the letter and read II aloud:
Dear Ernest am leaving Andre
forever | find that | love you, after
all. | shall be with you almost imme
diately. Yours. JACQUELINE."