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

I'VE must think of where we are
going to live" Lady Car said; 1--WE
have never discussed that question.
The world is all before us where to
choose"
The boat lay family rocking upon
the little wavelets, from which the
rudy reflection of the sunset was
just fading. The beautiful outline of
the mountains of the Savoy side stood
out blue and half cold against the
glowing west, the Dent du Midi had
still a flush of rose color upon its
pinnacles, but had grown white and
cold, too, in the breath of its great
bosom. Evening was coming on, and,
though there was still little chill in
the air, the sentiment of the Septem-
Der landscape was cold.
He was seated in front of her, with
his oars resting idly in the rowlocks.
1t was a lovely night, and they were
close to their temporary home, within
a few minutes of the shore Where
are we going to live?'' he said. Then
you don't think of going to your own
house?"
She started a little. He would new
er have found it out had they been
on solid ground, but the boat re-
sponded to every movement. 1t was
only from this that .he knew he had
startled her, for she recovered her
self Immediately, and said: Would
you like that, Edward?" i'm a voice
which she evidently meant to be as
easy as usual, but from which con-
seriousness was not altogether ban
ished.
Well" he said, my love, it will
be the time of year for Scotland, and
| suppose there is plenty of game;
but I neither like nor dislike, Car. i
have not thought about it. I,suppose
] had taken it for granted that your
own house would be the place ito
which you would CO."
i never thought of it as my own
home T" she said, in low, hurried
tone, which he could scarcely hear.
'oh, no, no. l could not go there"
We'll" he said cheerfully, then
of course we shall not go there. 1
don't care where we go; wherever
you are there is my home. had not
known one till had you; it for you
to choose"
She'said nothing more for a time,
but leaned a little over the side of the
boat, putting down her hand into the
darkening ripples. After all, the
lake is as warm as If it were summer
STILL = she said. 1t was she who had
introduced the subject, but some
thing had blown across her, a breath
from the past, which had taken AN
the pleasure out of it, She shivered
little again, with a CONTRADICTORY
ness of which she was unaware.
There must have been snow some
where, think, up among the hills. .
lit is you who are blowing hot
and cold, Cary" he said, smiling at
her II think myself it is perfect
evening. Look at the last steamer,
passing along against the line of hills,
with its lights and crammed with
tourists from stem to stern. Shall we
go in? There's time enough before
it gets here, but i know you dom
like the wash.
The night was gradually stealing
into the vacant place of the day. The
steamer came on with rush of pur-
pose and certain destruction, and
reused her from her thoughts to a
little nervous tremor. Il Wish you
would take the oars, Edward, as you
say, and let us so in, please. / know
it will do us no harm; but"
You are frightened all the same, 2
he said, leisurely settling to the oars.
1T is like spirit of evil" she
cried.
He took the boat In, making haste
to free her from that little nervous
thrill of apprehension. though with a
laugh.
He felt fond superiority as he
rowed her in with a few strokes,
amused at her sense of danger. And
it was not till some time later, after
they had climbed somewhat rugged
path to their villa among the trees