New-York tribune., 1909-05-16

EAfHEARNtlS theticallv Al her husband He had
EAlE4AI/Ay4 shifted his position. He had been
ltESkZ[(H-GI crouched IN a attitude OF conCen-
EVSSfSyT TSsrE trated interest his writing
BILE and She had him dip his
pen in the inkwell and stroke his chin with his LETT
hand as # considering Just how he would frame the
sentence: vet not a word had he written. And now
he had lounged down IN his chair with his back de
iectedly curved and MS chest ShoCk1ngly sunk and
his long legs and long feet spayed front OF him
At last from the supine figure came sound eH-
pressive OF disgust Emily recognized this As an IN
Jirnation that She might speak
What's the matter. dear, she asked. turning
her head -' Doesn't It go we'll
Co snarled John Nugent " You know It
doesn't gOl There's not an idea IN my head nothing
but scrambled eggs Three dayS now, and not a
word not an ideal | shall never be able to think up
another plot. l viii never write agaInl
Why don't YOU take the thing nearest You and
write story about that suggested ms WIft .
i CLEAN. humorous and atfectionate, enllyenei his
blue eyes. The thing that's nearest 10 me, You
Goodness. no. You've treated that subject
enough Take something IN this room. not me, and
see If il won't suggest = story, Why. we have 50
many old interesting thIngs-and pictures
Her husband looked about the room. his eyes
slowly passing the tapestry above the fireplace
the old Sheraton chairs the carved Venetian chest
the Florentine mirror and the portrait OF ms Wlte.
painted by his friend Rupert Cornwall, who was as
eminent IN the world OF art John Nugent was IN
that of literature but none OF them offered hln the
Its no use. Emily he said '- What would YOU
pick out as q promising subject:
hat engraving over >'lT 4tSh Dix S-l--i0ei anu
blushed-
A that he looked al her for moment without
n speaking. and there was something strange IN
his look an odd light of interest and suspicion II
choose that, II means Of course making the story
rather personal" he warned her
oh don't believe should mind she answered
She nut down her rnendng for moment remlnls-
cent dreamy look came INTO her gray eyes " VI ASH
that dav al Meudon perfect, I've often thought II
was about the incest Of our whole honeymoon II
show me the place where you had liked 70 90 on Your
Yes, | had a good time he agreed Wasn't II
odd Your finding this old print pt he place the next
afternoon: l wonder II l can 2e- a story Out OF
that?
With r1lusing smile he continued 10 gaze al the
7,irtrre and his wife beamed happily over the sue
CaSs Of her suggestion. There the awakened and
,-e absorbed look on his face that She knew He was
always very dear her. bur i was at these tunes
that she felt he mysterious and remote beng,
and she adored him then
He sat for half hour bent over his writing table
F-,- he wrote very little II coming all right he
cried humping up. i m gong out now TO run round
1be block" She recognized this sign OF enthusiasm
H mn on his hat and the door turned and looked
a her | wonder If YOU L ike the story: he SAID
and there was an odd sparkle IN his eyes.
After he had zone out. Emily Dondered over the
odd glance her husband had given her when he won-
dr-ed if She would like the story She thought She
Ley every EXPRESSION Of his face. but that glance
had arrested her attention because there vas some
+l7irlg new IN She puzzled over Il Tor little Wie
7-z-TJ TO identify u ell She could not explain il,
I.-her7 h returned She would ask him about II
But the intention slipped her mind. lie came III
and seated himself At his writing table py ana bE
she creDt from the room She had found tal "AT'i
once his pen was moving he liked 10 be alone IN
her OWN room she sang rnerTy 20 herself because ne
was busy again and She was happy Nhlle he "is al
work on the story she asked HIM no questions about
Il She had learned TO be patient ana 10 suppress al
iuquiSitIVeness At such times.
Three DAYS later she examining the pants u!