The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-08-08

Brayton after after awhile He's a
good sort, Ted He loves me, think.
and-and he has great deal Of nom
ey. | shall be a power, shan't II"
us that enoughY' said l.
at isn't what I'd dreamed. Ted
he said. I'D dreamed-oh. such
life, No power, Teddy; no great po-
sition-just happiness! Just two
young, foolish, dear people, who loved
each other madly, worshiped each
other-just their life together, Il self
ish life, | suppose, for no one else
came into it at all. There were JUST
the two of-of them, and nothing else.
counted in the least. They never grew
up, you know, my two people; they
wouldn't let each other grow up.
They were infants. always, about mosE.
things. Oh, weren't they dears! ia
dreamed all sorts of beautiful little
particulars, details about them-my
people in Spain! What they'd do and
what they'd say and how they'd act
toward each other; how they'd sit be-
fore the fire of nasty day or an even
ing in-in just one chair, not such a,
very big chair. Fires are so comfy
and make you want to be nice and say
nice things. They're SO noddy and
sputtery and bless-you-my-childr
People couldn't row over an open fire.
could they7 Sometimes they'd talk
when they wanted to-and say the
ond cnrnnffy1anc.
they'd stop, and understand each other
quite as well-that's a test-oh, and
IL think she'd like her head where
It belonged, and If he should happen,
to kiss her, there'd be no one but the
freight to see, and 1t would never.
never tell 1t would be very quiet,
and the glow from the fire would be
red on their faces, and they would not
want another thing In all the world.
She'd slip down, | think, to the rug
and lean her cheek against his hand
and look into the embers. and his
otter hand would be smoothing her
hair as she loved it smoOthed. All.
Teddy, Teddy, wake me! I'm dream
ing again, and / mustn't, | mustn't. >
Bring me back from Spain, Teddy. l
mustn't wander there. That's the life.
I've dreamed of. Isn't it mad? That
isn't what's before me-"
NO." said l. "No, Elinor, that isn't
what's before you. Have you thought
of what you've to look forward to?
Listen. Brayton is thirty nine-nearly
forty. He's growing bit stout, Elinor.
Ha'lI ho fof In fiua uoarc ona nm.
deniably bald at the tonsure. He likes.
his dinner-he even loves it-and for a
couple of hours afterward he's somno-
lent. | don't like talking about men.
behind their backs, but this is a time
for plain speaking. Brayton wouldn't
care for sitting deux before the fire.
That wouldn't amuse him. He'd fall
asleep and spoil things. No, he'd be
off at his club of an evening. Braytona
wouldn't fit into castle in Spain; he's,
bit-solid Still, he'd be nice to you
If you didn't interfere with him.
He'd be proud to have you at the head
of his table You would ornament il,
Elinor, and dare say you'd get on to-
gether in very friendly, peaceable
sort of fashion-in England, not in
Spain."
Elinor dropped her face into her
arms, and her bowed shoulders CULVER
ed and shook.
"Ah, no, nop' she moaned "Ah, no.
no, Teddy! Not that IL can't bear
itp'
Then after a long time she looked up
once more. Her beautiful STAGE was
very flushed, and there were tears wet
upon her cheeks.
Its impossible" said She Il can't
do it. was mad even to fancy for an
instant that / could bear such life
after-after everything
She pulled the diamond anu ruby
ring from her finger suddenly and
threw 1t from her as If it burned her
hand. 1t rolled into the gloom beyond
the circle of freight, the three gems
flashing as they went.
LET them say what they will"' cried
Lady Elinor "Oh. take me away to-
Spain, Teddyr
Then / stood up before her and held,
out my arms.
"Come to Spain, Elinorw said l.