The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1910-11-25

by the elfn young lady.
you remember my wood
land didOs, fear:''
She smiled i'll Il pleasant, compre
bending way. but neither directly re-.
piled nor made any return speech
whatever Instead she let her fore
arms rest on the broad railing Of the
marble balustrade and. leaning for
ward. gazed out over the shining and
mysterious slopes below.
MIR. Cresson Ingle." | hazarded. lis
he an old. new friend of your cousins:
| think he was not above the horizon
when went to Capri two years ago
He wants Elizabeth" she returned.
adding quietly. las you've seen" And
when l had verified this assumption
with a monosyllable she continued.
Hes an available but should hate
to have it happen. He's hard"
He doesn't seem very hard toward
her." | murmured. looking down into
the garden where Mr.. Ingle just then
happened to be adjusting scarf about
his hostess shoulders.
He's led a detestable Iife," said
Mrs. Hartman. among detestable peo-
ple''
He seems to me much of a type
with these Others" l said.
"Oh. they keep their surfaces about
the same"'
TT made me wish 1 had little
more surface tonight" 1 laughed.
"Id have fitted better. Miss Ward
is different at different times. When
we are alone together she always has
the air of excusing or at least eX-
planning these people to me. but this
evening I've had the disquietini
thought that perhaps she also explain
ed me to them" =
ing to me quickly. Didn't you see?
She was making up to MIR. Ingle for
this morning. 1t came out that she'd
ridden over at daylight to see you.
Anne Elliott discovered it in some way
and told him.
Il suppose she finished her investi-
cations. You told her all you could:"
Almost
81 suppose you wouldn't trust me
with the reservations" she asked.
smiling
Il would trust you with anything"
answered seriously.
"You didn't crafty that child?" she
said. half laughing. Then. to my sur
prise, her tone changed suddenly, and
she began again in a hurried low
voice, You didn't tell her. and
stopped there. GREATNESS and troubled.
letting ME see that had been right
after all. This was what she wanted
to talk about.
i didn't tell her that young Saffren
IS mad-no-if that is what you mean"
I'm glad you didn't" she said
slowly
In the first place. | wouldn't have
told here even if it were true" ! re-
turned. land in the second it isn't
true, though you have some reason to
think it is" | added.
~" she said. Why"
His speaking to you as he did,
fhlng on the face of it inexcusabIe."
why did he call me Nine. OAR
mand?" she interposed.
explained something Of the mental
processes q Amedee. and she listened
I'LL had finished. then >bade me con
tinue.
that's all" | said blankly. but with
second thought caught her meaning.
Oh, about young Saffren. you mean:''
Yes"
l know him pretty WE'LL" ! said.
ABOUT him; but. what is stranger, | bt-
HeVe ne doesn't really know great
zeal about himself. My idea Is that
PROBABLY through some great illness he
iost not his faculty Of memory, but his
memories. or at least most Of them.
Ihats all. except that there's some
tnlng about the young man that dra VS.
one to him. couldn't tell you how
much like him nor how sorry T am
mat be offended you"
He didn't offend me-" she murmur-
Cd, almost whispered.
de didn't mean to-" I said warmly.
am glad you understand that"
y saw him today" she said gently.
This afternoon when went for ny
Walk IS was waiting where the paths
1ntersect''-
Some hasty ejaculation, 7 do not
Know what. came from me. but she
lifted her hand.
wait" she said quietly. --As soon
as Ne saw Ine he came straight to-
ward me-
Oh. but this went do af all"
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