The Topeka state journal., 1911-08-23
TIE EVENING STORY
Beanty and tIle Rear.

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even in the days when Allen had been
so madly in love with her.
Il am so glad to have you with US.
my dear she said, bending down and
kissing the rose-tinted cheek nearest
her. Now, remember that you are to
make yourself quite at home with US
and amuse yourself in any way that
appeals to you this warm day."
Thank you. dear Mrs. York re-
turned the girl, lightly touching the
older woman.s soft white hand. Il be-
lieve I'll find something to read and
spend the morning on the beach.
You viii find books in the small I
library-there beyond the green cur
tain She pointed dowr the long cor
rldor and hastened away to other du-
ties, mentally voWing to pry her studi-
Gus brother, Allen Fisk, from among /
his precious first editio1s in the big /
library and have him fall in love with |
Fanny Sinclair's lovely daughter. But |
ever since that unfortunate episode in |
Aliens life when Fanny had broken |
her engagement to him and married |
Captain Sinclair of the English army, |
he had been quite bearish where wom- |
en- were concerned. Pernaps if he saw |
Angeline in all her fresh loveliness he
might-Rose York smiled as she went
down to confer with her cook.
Angeline Sinclair easily overlooked
the small library but the noble oaken
door of the larger room va not TO be
| lightly passed By. Gently she turned
the knob, peeped in at the walls lined
with richly bound volumes behind
loaded glass doors. opened her lovely
dark eyes wider at the massive Jaco-
bean furniture and slipped inside.
The room was unoccupied and after
| the first breathless pause of admira-
ton Angeline crossed tho silken rug
and stood before a row of scarlet and
gold books.
The Dance of Life she read.
THAT sounds horribly Ike a tract
Dante-Darwin-E Euripides- Froissart
oh, dear, I don't believe there's a
best seller in the whole lot She wan
dered slowly around the room po1ing
her fingers at the books but restrained
from removing them from the cases by
the locked doors.
When she had concluded a tour of
the room and was beginning all over
again, this time perched a self-pro-
pelling stepladder that ran in little
track around the fioor the door open
ed and a man entered.
Angeline saw that he was of middle
height, rather slightly built with
handsome studious face now alight
with some inward enthusiasm. His
yonG her perch and he came across the
room drawing a quaint bronze key
from his pocket as he walked.
He thrust it in the casa and drew out
the first book Angeline mad noticed-a
beautifully bound first edition of
Combe's Dance of Life" He was
proceeding toward a chair near the
open window when Angeline coughed
discreetly. Allen Fisk locked up in
Isurprise and frowned uLpleasantly.
"Oh, didn't know anyone was
| here" he said.
Mrs. York said I would find some
thing to read here but everything is so
$50 dull looking, you know
Indeed. Perhaps if I knew what
Eyou wished I might help yon choose a
book" Allen retraced his steps, pol
ished his eyeglasses anN looked closely
at the young girl sitting an the golden
Hight of the room.
AS he looked his face paled and a
lstern expression settled around his
mouth. He knew that Fanny Sinclair
had been dead for several years and
that she had left an orphan daughter;
he remembered that his sister had told
him about meeting Ange-ine in New
York and that she had invited the girl
down for visit. He cursed his
wretched memory because re had i'm
mediately forgotten the date of the ex-
lpected visit and he was too proud to
ask Rose about the girls coming. If
he had known, he would have gone
away. OF course any daughter of beau
tiful Fanny Sinclair must be beauti-
full and as he looked at Angeline he
knew who she was and admitted that
she was lovelier far thar her mother
had ever been with added charms of
steadfast, honest eyes and lips that
must speak the truth al whatever cost.
herited from her English father.
| You are Mr.. Fisk?" asked Ange-
line.
"YesHof course you are very well
come here but 1 am afraid you have
made a mistake. I think Rose meant
you would find something to read in
the small library"
Angeline laughed softly and smote
her hands together. How stupid of
me! Mrs York did saw the small Ii
brary and this one isn't small"
| ''Do you like it?" he asked involun-
tarily. This room was his greatest de-
light.
ITS beautiful-so quiet and makes
one feel religious, you know" cried
Angeline enthusiastically.
Allen found himself unable to glance
away from her perfect profile. She was
him away from his beloved books and
give him a taste of love and life but
he didn't know it just then.
81 know" he nodded delightfully."-.
"Perhaps can find you 3 book" He
went to a smaller case near the win
| Idow, knelt on the floor and unlocked
the doors Presently he returned with
a worn volume of Tennyson's poems.
"Perhaps you would care fo4 this he
said diffidently. The book had been
Fanny's and he did not kncw whether
Fanny's daughter cared for poetry or
| IL she didn't whether she would pro-
fess to. Fanny had pretended to like
everything Allen liked.
| AngeIine looked at the book, flushed
still deeper-and gave IL back to him.
81 know you will think ] a I a horrid
stupid little ignoramus. Mr.. Fisk, but
| simply detest poetry There-you
know the worst of me- I'm looking
for omething foolish and frivolous
] like Hearts Again. or something like
that"
Il never heard of the book" said