The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-01

breath-N'd like to run. | think I
could run all the way to the top of a
pretty fair sized mountain tonight and
then"-he laughed-''jump off and ride
on the Clouds"
He paused In his sentry 60. facing
me, and said in u low voice:
"I've seen her again.
Eyes; know"
But that's not ALL" he said. his
voice rising little. Il saw her again
the day after she told you
"YOu did," | murmured
"Oh. tell myself that it's dream"
he cried. that it can't be true. for it
has been every day since then. That's
why haven't joined you in the woods.
l have been with her. walking with
her, listening to her. looking at her,
always feeling that it must be unreal
and that must try not to wake up.
She has been so kind-so wonderfully,
beautifully kind to mel"
"She has met you?" asked, think
ing ruefully of George Ward. now on
the high seas In the pleasant company
of old hopes renewed.
"She has let me meet her. And to.
day we luhched at the inn at Dives
and then walked by the sea all after
noon. She gave me the whole day
the whole day. You see"-he began to
pace again-"you see. was right. and
you were wrong. She wasn't offend
ed-she was glad-that I couldn't help
speaking to her. She has said So"
do you think" interrupted. that
she would wish you to tell me this!"
"Ah. she likes your he said so heart.
lily and appearing meanwhile so satis-
fed with the completef ess of his re-
ply that was fam to take some sat-
isfaction In it myself. What | want
ed most to say to you." he went on.
lis this: You remember you promised
to tell me whatever you could learn
about her and about her husband"
II remember"
ats different now; I don't want you
to-" he said. II want only to know
what she tells me herself. She has
told me very little. but | know when
the times comes she will tell me every
thing. But wouldn't hasten it.
wouldn't have anything changed from
just this"
"You mean
II mean the way it is. If could
hope to see her every day. to be in
the woods with her or down by the
shore-oh, | don't want to know any
thing but that!'
mo doubt you have told her," ven-
tured. "a good deal about yourself"
and was instantly ashamed of myself.
suppose ! spoke out of a sense of
protest against Mrs. Harman's strange
lack of conventionality.
1--WE told her all l know" he said
readily, and the unconscious pathos
Of the answer smote me. And all
that Keredec has let me know. You
see haven't"-
But do you think" l interrupted
quickly. anxious. in my remorse, to
divert him from that channel-"do you
think Professor Keredec would ap-
prove. If he knew"
Il think he would" he responded
slowly. pausing in his walk again. II
have feeling that perhaps he does
know. and yet l have been afraid to
tell him. think he knows everything
in the world. have felt tonight that
he knows this. and-it's very strange.
but I-well. what was it that made
him so glad?"
1.-The light is still burning in his
room," said quietly.
you're right. I'll tell him tonight"
This came with sudden decision. but
with less than marked what followed
But be can't stop me now. No one
on earth shall do that. except Nine.
d'Armand herseif-no one!'
saw his hasd creeping toward me in
the darkness, and. rising. l gave him
mine.
Good night" he said. I'm glad to
tell him. I'm glad to have told you.
All. but isn't this" he cried. "a happy
worldw
Turning, he ran to the gallery steps.
"At last I'm glad" he called back over
his shoulder-"Tm glad that l was
born
heard his voice indistinctly, but
thought, though | might have been
mistaken, that caught a final word
and that 1t was again"
1t was one Of those days when ma
ture throws herself straight in your
face and you are at a loss to know
whether she has kissed you or slapped
you, though you are conscious of the
tingle-a day, In brief, more for laugh
ing than for painting. and the truth is
that l suited its mood only too well
and laughed more than painted,
though sat with my easel before me
and picture ready upon my palette
to be painted.
No one could have understood bet
ter than that this was setting a bad
example to the acolyte who sat, like
wise facing an easel, ten PAGES to my
left; very sportsmanlike figure of a
painter, indeed. in her short skirt and