New-York tribune., 1910-10-23

wishes made enmity the only thing possible.
With an abrupt movement he rose and
| knocked out the ashes of his pipe One
thing was certain, Natalie must never know
how things were with him. Instinct told
him that. If open enrnity was the only
cloak for his misfortune, he must bear it
| if he could.
He put out the light and went up to his
rooms Tibbott awaited him; but he had
no thought of sleep. so he dismissed the man,
got into dressing gown and slippers, then re-
| filled his pipe, picked up a book, and threw
| himself into an easy chair by the fire IlbbOtt
had kindled, which still fickered from the
| hickory log Idly he turned the pages of the
volume Why should Oliver Judson have
cared for Epictetus? a line caught his eye,
ITO a reasonable creature, that alone is in
supportable which is unreasonable; but ev-
erything reasonable may be supported.
meant for hin2 And again. Were | a
nightingale should act the part of night
ingale were l swan, the part of swan.
| Yes; but suppose one were a Crow2
| Garriott let the book fall into his lap. In
| the obscurity beyond the glow from the
| lamp he could see the formal 1nScrutable
lines of the Bolted Door. Beyond it were
darkness and silence
PUT no problem, however important,
- could avail to rob Garriott of his sleep,
and if he awoke at sunrise it was rather the
assertion of his workaday habits than the
result of any unusual mental disturbance.
| The level rays of the sun which shot across
his bed through the curtains he had opened
| the night before for last glimpse of the
pensive moon awoke him abruptly and he
| turnbled out all the cObwcbS swept from his
brain, rejoicing in the glory of the day 1t
made him glad too to steal march on lib
| bott. In a moment he was glowing in the
cold marble shower off the dressing room,
where the work of regeneration was COM
pleted.
Thus it was that when Mrs. Kempton
paced the terrace waiting for the groom to
| bring up Hilarious, Brooke Garriott APP
fered himself as cavalier. There was no
need to conceal her pleasure; so she wei
coined him with her rosicst smile
Il didn't know you rode. she said
I've always ridden; but | don't think
I'm what you call good form" he laughed.
{" But think can stick, even on a hunting
saddle. I'm used to McClellan; so if |
slip off behind don't stop for me- What do
you think of my togs2 You haven't said
Uncle Oliver's.' He never wore them |
hope he won't mind. If all dead mems boots
III tliCll 1lOt 10
be envied."
She noted the irony of his humor: but
made no comment. They were passing
down the drive to the gate, the horses shak-
ing their heads, furiously pulling at the
reinS eager to be off. ABBY kempton was
riding man fashion. and. in spite of the sid
ling and pirouetting of the thoroughbred.
held her seat with a firmncSS that excited
the admiration of her companion (She
was secretly giving Hilarious her heel: but
Garriott couldn't know that.)
They were off the macadam in moment,
and stretch of dirt road lay before them,
ending IN long rise of ground, the very
thing for a "breather." ABBY kempton
pointed forward with her crop and was off
IN a flash. Garriott laundering after her
But 1t was no race; for Garriotts weight
was too much of handicap for Bramble.
and all the way the dust and gravel from the
tieeter heels of Hilarious flew back in his face
and he finished bad second. The winner
drew rein and waited for her companion who
came up laughing boyiShlv as nc shook the
dirt out of his hat and coat collar
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