El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1910-09-13
By Hope North.

~OU would never have believed t,
Hugh Mayfair was holiday max
- ing. He moved about in white
flannels and a Iadylike panama, but
he looked as though he had just been
sentenced TO penal servitude for lie
This late afternoon Hugh lounged
into the smoking room of the Clarence
private hotel, and looked out over the
singing sea. The glory of the sun
had no attrac actions for him. He knew
she was hiding away under the rocks
of Seward. He. had seen her go in the
company of a book. and his heart had
gone along.
But he dared not follow. He was
miserable.
There was nothing TO be done AS he
put it in the letter he wrote TO mis-
friend. Wigs. "he had not been born
of years too late" She could not be
more than a two-year-old wife, he
thought. She looked so very young,
and girlish-
But" he wrote on this afternoon,
sitting at the smoking room window
with his heart around the corner OF
the rocks. I guess I must make up my
mind that she and have to walk separ-
ate ways. You old bigoted bachelor
that YOU are. will probably think IL a
lucky thing for me- I can hear you
saying it. I know you, and have your
cheap, tawdry cynicism by heart; TO
think I have shared II. To think have
aided and abetted You TO utter your
empty 'cleverness-
But tell you. Jack. would give all
| I possess to win Dorothy DO not
laugh that I call her by her Christian
! h01l - v,rfx-i1apa that | know
it. Mrs Castle reminds me too much
of the tragedy"
He wrote much more of the same to
his old friend. and by return post came
the advice that he should leave Sea-
ward. 1t was but a poor place TO for
get in Let Hugh come back to Lon
| don and he (JacO would guarantee
| cure within a week.
Hugh fIogged himself into the belief
| that he was a fool He went up
stairs and packed his trunk. he asked
for his bill paid it, and the same even
| ing set off for the station
! But his resolution waned as he went.
and he turned away along the road to
the cliffs.
The sun had gone down and the twi-
light was Investigating the expanse OF
sea with the mystery of vagueness-
For the first time he felt the peace Of
! RESIGNATION AS the minutes went by 1t
became a passiOn-tO resign 1t ap-
! nealed to his sense of the dramatic He
| would resign
| 1t was lust as he was in this desper-
ate mind that Dorothy Castle came
| along the path over the cliffs He did
not see her. He was seated now on an
/ old rustic seat that stood back TO a
wall that once had formed part of a
! Nnr
| grown. Behind the wall stood an old
world house. and it was as Dorothy
came round the corner of the building
that she caught a glimpse of the man
He had his head in his hands, his ell
bows resting on his knees. She knew
instinctively, that he was in trouble
and as instinctively went through the
gap in the wall towards him.
Mr.. Mayfair" said she.
He looked up and saw the question
in her eyes.
Have I interrupted a reverie? she
| went on humOrOusly.
Yes" he answered simply.
Not a happy one, I should say"
mo"
And why? What have you to grum-
BILE about? Only yesterday at dinner
heard someone say that few men had So
| bright a prospect before them as YOU
| have. It interested me. l am fasci-
mated by art, and whenever 1 can meet
| one who is doing good work 1 do not
let the opportunity slip by but seek tC
know that person and that persons
ideals. That is my excuse for my ques-
| tons"
MY ideals are dead. and nothing car
revive them Ny art is dead. and only
| one happening could revive its beautie:
| for me" he answered dolefully. -
have been an artist ever since I car
| remember Always an artist befor'
| everything. But now 1 am merely {