The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-02-09

and had looked into the room where
little Janet lay fast asleep, and then
had supped cheerfully at table
close to the broad window, that the
subject was resumed. BY this time
all the noises were stilled, full
moon was rising slowly, preparing to
march along the sky in full majesty
in the midst of the silent tranquility
of the night; there was not breath
of air stirring, not a cloud upon the
blue heavens, which were already all
most as clear as day by the mere re-
splendence of her coming over the
solid mountains, with their many
peaks. which stepped along the
Deep
They sat looking out for some time
without saying anything Such a
night is in itself sort of ecstasy,
especially to those who want nothing,
and with whom, as with the whole
apparent world stretched out before
them, all is we'll.
And to think we shall have to
leave all this presently and enter into
Vic AAO c4l0 CctA q VI SCIblAAS 0OWA.
he said, with half laugh. II inter-
rupted you, dear, tonight when you
were talking of that / suppose it
was that / diverted your thoughts.
Since it is not to be your Towers,
where is it to be-"
mot my Towers" she said, with a
little half reproachful look at him
and sudden clasping together of her
lightly interlaced fingers.
We'll, let us say Toms Towers;
but in present circumstances 1t is
very much the same
Once more little SILVER ran over
her, though there was no chill at all
in the soft air that came in from the
lake and the moonlight. But her
voice was a little uncertain with it,
as Ii her teeth had chartered. Don't
talk of it." she said; II want no
place at all, or any quarters, but
house, pretty house, just big enough
for US and them, somewhere, wher-
ever you would like, Edward"
II shall like what you like" he
said.
But that is not what wish at all;
want you to tell me what will please
you. You would like to be within
reach of the great libraries, within
reach of what is going on. No one
can write what is to live without be-
ing within reach"
He shook his head. You are too
partial in your estimate of wha. 1
am likely to do; so long rs am with
in reach of you-and thank God
nothing can put me out of that!-I
don't know that care for anything
more.
Then, Carry, my love, do just as
you please. / shall come with you,
like Tom and Janet, to see the new
place. If you choose one that's very
ugly and out of the way, we will all
protest. But so far as am con-
cerned, it can't be ugly while you are
here" he said, putting his hands up
on hers with tender pressure. Then
added, with "a look of solicitude, put
ting away the cigarette he was smok-
ing, why, you are in fever, Carry
Your poor little hands are like fire. 4
hope you haven't taken cold ON the
lake"
II never take cold,' she said, smil-
ing. II suppose it is mere Stiffness,
thinking that this time is over, and
that we are going back to the
world" gs
IF that vexes you. my darling,
don't let us go back to the world"
Edward, you make me wild, you
are so Indifferent! You speak as if
nothing mattered, as if we could go
on and just please ourselves and
think of nothing else forever"
We'll, my love, I tell you nothing
matters to me except yourself, and
don't think the world would mind
much. But don't be vexed, Carry.
know the boy must go to school and
all the rest of it. Wen do our duty
like men-I mean like women, which
is far more thorough. And, for my
part, I'm not "a bit afraid of the
world. Even London can face quite
TRANQUILITY with you by my side, es-
pecially as at this time of the year
there's nobody there"
To be Continued.