Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-23

wishes made enmlty 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 enmity 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 book, and threw
himself into an easy chair by the fire 1ibbott
had kindled, which still flickered 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
| supportablc which is unreasonable; but ev-
erything reasonable may be supported"
| That never was meant for Natalie-was it
meant for him? And again, Were l
nightingale, l should act the part of night
ingale; were | a swan, the part of a swan"
| Yes; but suppose one were crow?
| Garriott let the book fall into his lap. In
the obscurty beyond the glow from the
lamp he could see the formal inscrutable
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 a last glimpse of the
pensive moon awoke him abruptly and he
| tumbled out all the cobwebs swept from his
brain, rejoicing in the glory of the day. 1t
made him glad too to steal march on lib
bolt. 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
pearcd in some borrowed plumage and Of
fered himself as cavalier. There was no
need to conceal her pleasure; SO she well
coined him with her rosiest smile.
Il didn't know YOU rode" she said.
1--WE always ridden; but l don't think
I'm what you call good FORM" he laughed.
But think l 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 togs9 You haven't said
hope he won't mind. If all dead mems boots
fit as badly as these, their wearers are not to
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 firmness 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 "breather." Abby Kempton
pointed forward with her crop and was off
in a flash, Garriott laundering after her
But it was no race; for CARROTS weight
was too much of a handicap for Brambe
and all the way the dust and gravel from the
heeter 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 boyishly as he shook the
dirt out of his hat and coat collar.
Were not in the blue ribbon class,
reckon. l feel as though I'd been through
sand blast"