The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-06-27
CHAPTER Continued,

CHAPTER " Continued
"But, my dear. you are talking non.
sense. Laurie, where Is that bag? or
Heaven grant IL be a trunk"
| Its bag" | said. 'and left II In
my room at the Bellevue. and very
good room II Is"
| "Bellefiddlesticks," Bob snorted.
you go back to that whited caravan
sary and wrest away your belongings
and come over here We are going TO
house-party In couple OF days, and
we need you In our business. Your
| room Is now southeast corner second
floor, beautiful view OF the Sound or
with sound OF the view-whichever
you please"
You are an idiot, but | love you"
said l. Nevertheless, I'm going TO
stay where | am. Can't be bothered
with house parties. l came down
here for some exercise"
IL think you look tired" Miss Ainslie
put In thoughtfully.
He looks sulky to me-" said Bob.
"All right, stay where you are until
you feel the need OF a decent bed. Bet
| can beat you at croQuet and give
you two wickets."
"You are fattening indolent person"
said What | want, and what you
stand In crying need Of, Is exercise,
and | dragged him on TO the hotel
Itennis-courts.
| was very sure In my own mind
that | wanted the scunfling solitude OF
a hotel Ny temper felt unsettled. and
the last people In the world wanted
TO meet were q lot OF conversational
visitors. Bob had hard future cut
out for him, and indeed for three days
| led him a life that must have nearly
killed him. Perhaps he may have
scented some trouble behind my un-
usual energy, for he stuck to me like
man losing to me at tennis. beating
me In long games OF golf, bathing with
me in the morning, and taking an oar
as we rowed Mrs. Bob about In the
evening.
Miss Tabor had spoken OF coming
visit but OF course after the disturb
ances In her home she would have
abandoned all plans And certainly
did not care to start the banterina
food Of questions which | knew BOZ
could not restrain should / show even
e the mildest curiosity about her coming
And yet she came. | had come over
prepared to drag Bob to the altar Of
her sitting alone on the veranda al
}. quietly at ease az though nothing had
II happened. I was not even sure thai
she looked tired; certainly she looked
i serene. She stood up and shook hands
d with me smilingly. thought the blue
veins throbbed a trtfe In her throat
but her manner was frankly free from
embarrassment.
"You are getting a very seaside col
{ or, Mr.. Crosby" she said. Your vaca
e ton must be agreeing with you"
could not answer for a moment;
then, as she drew her hand from mine
a What have done" I stammered
what was It all about? Did you, too
y really believe"
stopped, for she was looking coldl,
/, past me, her face blank and her eye
brows raised
J 81 beg your pardon | said, takeI
utterly aback. Her silence seemed
to strike across me like blow. Il bel
n your pardon, Miss Tabor" and swung
upon my heel
When reached the steps, she callec
: after me.
''Mr. Crosby" turned Bob wants
II to know why we shouldn't all pla.
tennis together He thinks that h'
and Mary can beat US"
< stood amazed. She was looking a
me gaily, almost provokingly, ever.
trace of coldness gone from the eye
p that looked frankly into mine. Sh'
E moved mentally too fast for me.
could read nothing but the end OF on
i friendship In her look OF momen
e ago: and now she spoke as IL m
shadow Of mystery or misunderstood
: ing had ever fallen between US. 0
course, the surface Of 1t was that ha'
!, Numbered, and that she had taken tn
1 only way Of showing me that m,
E memories OF her trouble must be real
:, ly forgotten. The last few days wer'
ii never to have been.
n The Ainslies came out OF the doc
together.
"And you never told US that yo'
Y had met Miss Tabor last Christmas,
" said Bob. Il call that rather cool.
L Just mentioned you last night. ant
e she asked all sorts of anestions- ahon
q how long you had been here and nov
u long you expected to stay. For m.
part, I think you must have mad
quite an impression"
Indeed he has" laughed Miss Ia
Dor. do you know. Mary. Mr.. eros