The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-11-23

casual acquaintance. I've asked
him to come up to tiffin tomor-
way. There are strong reasons why
| should keep him in sight mean
political reasons. Would you care to
hep me?"
Yes. | should-ndeed / should.
What is his name? What is he lille?'
Elwood rose from the table.
Il must go and see If they've un-
loaded the wagon. I've brought you
back a brace OF tiger-skins and a
pair OF worries. His name? Guy Chal-
mer He'll be up tomorrow. You will
be able to judge for yourself what
he's like"
1t was fortunate that he passed
out on to the stoep as ne finished
speaking, or he must have seen the
terrible effect of his announcement
Mary was too stunned TO make a
reply.
Guy Chalmer, Guy Chalmer. The
name rang in her ears. in her brain,
1t was written in letters OF fire
before her eyes wherever she looked.
Guy Chalmer alive! And he was
coming to tiffin tomorrow. She sud
denly laughed. sharp, harsh laugh.
She felt she wanted to shrek.
She was still at the table when
Tanta came in to clear away. In
stantly she sprang to her feet and
rushed from the room.
And so the act-drop went up on
the tragedy. And the curtain was
still up
Their meeting was one not to be
forgotten easily by either of them.
The shock TO Chalmer was almost
as great, though in different was,
as Elwood's S announcement had been
to Mary. But after the first mo-
ments of astOnishment and chagrin
his natural audacity saw him
through the falsenCss Of the posi-
ton. Then, too, he found il easier
when he realized that Elwood knew
nothing Of their previous relations.
1t was after tiffn that ne got his
chance TO speak to her alone, nor
was he slow to seize his opportu-
nifty. All the old passion, SO easily
coole,h so easily forgotten when
thousands of miles separated them,
was reRindled, blazing again in the
old impetuous fashion, for the WON
an was even more beautiful than
he remembered her. He sought TO
explain, he sought TO justify his ac-
tions, he told her tale as hundreds
And Mary listened and smiled, while
her heart ached and spurred her to
an angry scorn of her faithless low
er. But none of this did she show.
She even aughed-laughed at the
remembrance of their little episode,
as she called it, and assured him
again and again that only the sight
of him had recalled it to her mem
ory.
She had carried it off as she
meant to do, a decision she had ar
rived at hours after receiving the
shock of hearing that he was still
alive and in Africa, and was being
again irawn into her life. For her
husbands sake it was her only way
He must never know.
She was thinking of him now
while the sun dipped lower and low
er towards the horizon, and the soft
murmur of Kaffir voices chanting
their native songs came up from the
village below her. The lowing OF
kline, leisurely mouching homewards
of their own accord, emphasized the
peace of the evening, a peace that
had no appeal for her.
So preoccupied was she that she
did not hear a horse clatter up
to the stables behind the hnLSe. Nor
did she hear the soft shuttle OF
Tanta Shepherds vel.t-schoens NOV
ing across the room behind her. And
when it came the o.d woman's voice
startled her.
IT'S Mr.. Chalmer wants to see
YOU She said, looking down over
the rims of her gold spectac'es at
the slight figure in the huge chair