Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-09

made no mistake in Judgment The moon
went under a cloud for a moment. and Ma
talic was only pale wrath before him, the
ghost of the girl that might have been.
We don't seem to get on, said Garriott
with a laugh eff | said that green was
green, it would be sure to turn out some
other color. I've heard of perfect strangers
who when they met began instantly to fight.
There S no reason why we should, if we learn
to understand each other"
DO you think we ever CAM" She was
leaning on the balustrade, her soft draperies
blowing against him, every line of her grace
full and feminine, full of suggestion of the
gentle possibilities of life with which he had
so long been unfamiliar. II was wonder
ing she murmured softly, as though trying
by meditation of her voice to make what
she said less unfriendy. "Of course we can
never be anything to each other; but l
think we might be neighborly. had rather
have people think we were on terms of friend
illness. 1t might seem strange to them if you
went away at once
You can hardly expect to deceive others
when you can't deceive yourself. Of course
I'll stay if you like; but the people in your
They're not going to break our faded little
butterfly on the wheel. What Our relations
are is unimportant. l shall be the inevident
husband. The main fact is that you re mar
red -emancpated. Nobody can question
you. 1t doesn't matter whether / 60 or
stay"
THAT, of course" she said coldly, lis
perfectly true" She reached forward,
picked a blossom. and turning put it in her
hair. In another girl it might have been an
act of coquetry; but to Garriott it seemed
as though she had snapped her fingers at
him. In order that there might be no mis-
construction of her meaning, she added. Il
don't need host, you know. Bradley
knows where the liquors and cigars are
kept" Then she turned and leaned over
the balustrade again, her narrowed eyes
looking into the night.
The insult may have been unconscious;
but Garriott took it as challenge and his
reply was advisedly brutal. docs he? |
bar in the West. I'll back myself against
Bradley any time. When is your house
party coming?"
She noticed the Pennsylvania drawl, the
rising infection of the question, with the sud-
den drop at the last word. 1t had never
seemed so provincial as now. Garriott saw
the shiver of disgust with which she turned
away.
Not until you go"
who is coming?"
She did not reply at once. She recognized
his right to question her; but the thought
that she must answer was repulsive. u
I've not decided" she said, her voice sup
pressed. THE Kemptons of course, the
Dudley De Wits perhaps, Mrs. Wetherall,
Miss Van Solver, the Marquis de Chambord,
Winthrop Townsend, Tommy Mccall, and
and" she hesitated.
Rene De Land?" he finished.
She faced him furiously. eyes, Mr.. De
Land-if choose! What right have you to
forbid it?"
She was worth looking at. And drawn to
her full height she was nearly as tall as he
was, the light of her soul extinguished in the
hot spark of rage. Her eyes glowed like
GOALS and in them he saw hatred unspeak-
able.
IL haven't forbidden it. I've only ap-
pealed to your good taste Legally you are
bound to loyalty. Morally l suppose you
may have as many beaus as you like"
Il will ask Mr.. De Land!" she flashed.
And what part was to play? You
fear the verdict of your friends-or was it
something else you feared. Was to be foil
or refugee"
She tossed her head and went on breath
lessly. You play no part-you under
stand?-now or at any time! Your thought
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