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how seemed to be conscious Of everything I
was doing. DR.. Stonor came In after. and
wanted me to look out music for him. We
went into the corner together and got out the
folios, and though he was talking to father, l
knew very well he was watching U.S. That's
ALL" Clara concluded. She had been reading
very rapidly, as If anxious to get to the end.
Nov for yours!'
Mine! oh, mines no great thing" said Har-
ry, opening his little black pocketbook. lot
tings merely"
GO on, please" cried Clara, stamping her
foot, "and mind, don't alter a word or put In
more. l shall know"
"'Christmas eve" (began Harry "'worked
at Guardian article, took it round, saw proof
Of Yesterdays. Chief wants me to go to Ar.
menia about the atrocities. Shan't! To club
IN afternoon-Clifton, McCosh, Moxon and sew
eral of the fellows there, who wanted me to
stop. Told them l couldn't. Had to 60 out to
old Linklater's to dinner-g1rls. music, bore
but 1 should look in later"
"Oh!" interjected Clara, with her head sud
denly naughty, "a bore-was it"
you said a horrid nuisance!" remarked
her husband. and continued his reading with.
out troubling to defend himself further.
"T got there early-long way out Of town
several false trails, At last found the place
a big house under trees. From the doorway
I could see in the hall a girl standing on steps,
putting up holly and green stuff. Presently
old Linklater came and introduced me. This
ia Clara" became conscious Of two great,
dark, steady, grayish-hazel eyes. The dinner
went all right after that. Pretty-well, I don't
know: a fascinating and glamorous person GER
tainly. There was also a sister" %
"Nonsense!" said Clara. "You are making
NO as you go along. I know you"
Her husband silently handed her the book.
Decidedly 1t was 30 written.
Clara did not apologize for her unbelief
She only remarked, "Oh, but you are a dear"
And, rubbing her cheek against his coat
sleeve, she purred.
"Go on!" she said. '..E -
Dinner quite Informal Harry continued.
"aralked too much, but got led on somehow.
Everything went we'll. Doctor fellow there,
who put on a lot Of Enthusiastically side
sat In a corner and talked to the girl with the
eyes,"
All. ha! You see-you were Jealous al
ready" cried Clara, clapping her hands Joy
ously.
'Nonsense!" said Harry Moore. "Of little
stonor? I think I see myself"
Read the next day-go on-go on! No, the
day you came to Elton again."
"eWent to make my digestion" call. Took
some flowers up to Elton, and talked to the Old
lady. Think l made a conquest But the Lady
Of the Eyes did not show up. Waited an hour
and a half, but don't think / wasted my time
entirely. Dear old lady!"" fk
Harry, you are ,cold-blooded wretch!"
very much the contrary, Mrs. Moorep'
Nov shall 1 read I" And without giving
him time to answer, Clara opened the solid
basil boards and continued, " Dec. 18th: Went
out all the afternoon with Miss Grierson. Down;
the lane-soup kitchen, girls club, and went
home with her to tea When I got home !
saw mother had a secret. You always knew
by the satisfied way she has Of looking mystic
rious. She would be disappointed II you didn't
ask her at once. SO ! leased her to tell.
"Do you know whom rye been entertain
Ing all afternoon she said, her shoulders
shaking with repressed laughter. I understood
well enough.
ooh, the curate,' I said, as carelessly. as
I could. I saw him going dow the lane like
a pair of compasses let loose
do you think the curate would bring me
those?' said mother, trfumphantly. And she
showed me a lovely bunch Of roses, a wagon
load nearly, which she had set we'll back IN
the dusk of the piano, so that l should not see
them before mother had her little triumph.
Ny! they must have cost heaps Of money this
time Of year. They are all mine,' said mother,
but If you are good you can have just one bud
for yourself. You see what one gets by, stay
ing quietly at home!'
"'She was teasing me, Of course, this dear
old sweet-hearted mother.
HTvo, uhof ouo pafa for ding works
Of charity and mercy!' I said. He would have
given them to me II I'd been here. I'll never
do q good action again!'"
Now turn on to -Four Seas Cottage and
read about that" cried Clara Her eyes were
not gray now, nor yet hazel. The dark pupils
had swallowed up all the rest, overlooking
everything with the soft blackness Of a misty
night of few stars.
Let's see. Easter, wasn't it," said her
husband. But why skip? Much water had
flowed under bridges during these months OF
spring"
"Oh, 1 want to get to the end-the end!"
Clara whispered, excitedly. "Quick, quick-I
can't wait!"
well, here 1t is: April 9Th. We went a
walk along the beach, she and I. We talked.
I told her that unless something was going to
come Of this, I must 80 away.
What she said, for altogether And
I said Yes Then she walked a good while
silent, and when I looked, I could see"
mo, you didn't" said Clara. Il could never
have been 80 silly"
Tear after big tear rolling slowly down
her cheek" Harry continued, imperturbably.
ct needed no more than that-who would?
""You don't want me to go? I cried.
"'She shook her head, still weeping, and