The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-02-20
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HENRY RUSSELL MILLERS

Copyright. 1910, Ihe DO
I'VE are no other than a moving
OF Magic Shadow-shapes that come
and go
Round with the Sun-illumined
Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the
| Show;
But helpless Pieces of the Game
| He plays
Upon this Checquer-board of
| Nights and Days;
| Hitler and thither moves, and
! checks, and Stays,
And one by one back in the
Closet lays"
i Helpless pieces in the game lie
plays!" Bitter anger against her
boiled up in his heart. THAT
wasn't true-until you camel"
| Murchell rose to leave. First,
| he held out his hand to Bob.
mo use coming with me. Your
My friend, you won't regret to-
might. You'll hear from me in a
day or two"
To Eleanor he said: Thank
you for your singing. 1t has done
me great good-and to know you,
too. l repeat, you are very
beautiful young lady, and as good
as you are good to look at, I'm
sure. My dear, I'm an old man"
And he bent over to kiss her. A
very becoming flush came to her
|cheek.
you two can take care of each
other for a few minutes, can't
Iyou?" Mrs. Dunmeade said to
Eleanor and Bob. I'VE never
leave this dear friend until he has
passed the door" So Robert Nc
Adoo and Eleanor Gilbert were
alone together once more.
When the others had left, she
looked at him uncertainty a mo-
ment. Then she laughed.
well! Fate-or shall we say,
the Force?-seems to take an in
innate interest in our affairs.
The last time we met, we both de-
termfned never to see each other
again. And now" She waved
her hand in an expressive gesture.
Suppose you come over here by
the piano. It's awkward, trying
to talk across a big room like
this"
He crossed the room and stood
by the piano, looking down on
her.
Aren't they the dear, good peo-
Iple?' she said earnestly, land
don't they make you feel mean
and small? They always do me, l
know. Or" she added with the
irritating uplift of her brow, do
you ever feel small and mean?"
II admit their goodness.
Il admit their goodness.
She saw that, for some reason,
his temper was slipping it's leash.
She took a keen delight in her
power to anger him. Daringly she
tried to torment him further.
These people, this home, have
the strangest effect on me. They
Ealmost persuade me to be gener-
Gus. Do you know" she leaned
forward on the music-rack, rest
ing her chin ON her folded hands
and smiling up at him, I'm almost
tempted never to quarrel with you
|again."
II don't want peace with you,"
he cried roughly.
mo" she laughed, 81 know you
don't. That's one good reason
why | should yield to temptation.
But I'm not sure that l want to
quarrel with you, aside from that.
The last twenty-four hours I've
learned good many things. One
of them is to revise my opinion of
you WANT l have heard of you
heretofore, you know, has always
been biased one way or the other.
Mr.. Remington's homerics / have
always regarded merely as the
overloyalty of a jealous friend.
But now-when 1 see how these
good people receive YOU" she
concluded her sentence with great
Ideliberation, Il begin to think
you're not so black as you have
been painted, Mr.. McAdoo."
Il don't want your good opin-
ion. Stick to the old one. I'm
all you thought me and more"
Poor man! You deserve the
relief of that outburst. This truce
has been hard on you, hasn't it,?
You've behaved very well. But
tell me, will you answer a question
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