The evening world., 1911-05-11

nervous pausse that were almost sad In
their inteosfty; and onos. when . btoycis
sounded family from the street she
stopped altogether, her hand 81 her
heart. her head turned and listening,
until her husbands quick laugh brought
her blue eyes q~uestioningty to him. Then
We all plunged into conversation At
II had given US.
Mise Tabor and I were made to gfvs
an acoount OF our accident. or rather
she gave II. and . very nicely tempered
account II was too. I was kept busy
devfsnE plausible confirmation Of sur
prfsfnS derstatsments. She seemed
for some reason very anxious to hide .
possible sersou meas IN the matter, and
her nrst brief, pleading xiancs bound
me TO her. freely accepting b judg-
ment Of her conscience for my own.
Under these circumstance I eSpsotsd
no mention of the loss and finding of
tho ring and there was M
Both mother and father called Mfss
Tabor Lady" so. I remembered. had
all her intimates At tho Christmas house
party. Yet her bag had been initiated
M. r. T." l thought the nickname q
gracious ono and we'll suited to all the
n of her bearing. / wondered
dly as they talked what the NJ. stood
for. sure In my heart that u. too was
graceful and fitting.
And as Lady told Of the beauty Of
tho meadow where we had been de-
layed almost W hours by an old nat
wheel. or something IKE that-dAn't that
tho term. Mr.. CrosbyT" I decided that n
tho rest of my three months were
spent In the most humdrum OF ways.
my vacation as . whole would not have
been a barren n
There was little conversation aftsr We
had left the table. Miss Tabor said h
she was too sleepy to Sit up-and. In
deed, the strain that she had bsen under
was already beginning to show through
even the vivacity OF her acting. For my
part. I had no inclination to sit In the
family circle that she left. I, too. was
tired. and I had many things TO think
and little to say. SO that as she got
up. I, too. pleaded fatigue. and my need
OF nnding my room at the Inn.
This Inn, Indeed you will do nothing
OF tho sort" Nd Mrs. Tabor. There
Is q bed rust waiting for tired youns
men here She glanced for connrmo-
ton at her daughter.
Miss Tabor said nothing but looked
across to her father. He paused an un-
: comfortable second. then turned 70 me
with q smile.
O course. you are 20 stay here"
no said.
His pause had troubled mo. n I hest
tated. but MRS. Tabor would hear no
arguments or excuses. and overwhelmed
my stammertnE In a ripping torrent o.
proof that I was q very silly young man
and that she would not hear another
word about any such an absirdity %
my going: and a. ] stood embarrassed
Mr.. Tabor. with another glance at his
daughter. took my bag himself. and. his
hand upon my shoulder. fairly bore me-
of to my room. I was too comfortably
tired to lie long awake. even with %
eventful . day to turn over in retro.
spect.
A. I foated downward into the darl
through a flood OF inconGruous images
green meadows and roaring trains
clamorous streets and calm rooms. deli.
cate with white and silver. I dtsunctb
heard a step upon tho porch, the cllci
and closure OF the front door. and the
deep voice of the man We had met q
the gate. But even my angry interes,
In HIM was weaker than the waves Of
drOwslness.
I reused into that dubious half-con.
s~ciopisness which In the territory of the
20 wers OF darkness: in which tho senses
are vaguely alive. while no Judgmen,
restraints or questions he va&aries OF
Imagination: the place or evil memories
and needless fears. OF sweeping reforms
whose vanity appears with the new
ltgnt, ana OF rememosred dreams whose
] beauty faints upon the threshold Of the