New-York tribune., 1912-02-04


v.rt> His hand living on the tablecloth
~ rai,kandfa fat and frecklcd, with bristling
r.r. o. hair between the knuckleS. Henry's
hands. like his feet and ears, were beautifully
finished. with that unmiStakable look of race.
And his carriage, how erect and easy, his
glance how alert.
Certainly, and to my sorrow, there was
srant resemblance between the two young
mon Yet it could not be denied there was
in both a kind of resemblance to the mini
a-gr,.-as though the painter, wishing to
earn his money, had copied rather an ideal
face that existed in his own mind, than the
living model before him. And this ideal
type. as might easily happen, was Henry
Stuart.
80 much for the resemblance. But-oh,
the differenCe-the difference. And those
abominable CLANS that was forced to choke
down. with their salt wash Ike tears! 10
this dav cannot eat them without tasting
again the bitterness Of that moment
"Vickv, bad boy! What do you mean by
coming to the table in a sweater; And why
don't YOU have Your hair CUT ,
Were in the country, growlcd Victor,
hclning himself 70 more ClamS-gOrmand-
izer, How many he ate. AS for my'halr,
I'm going to let it grow until can bite IT,
Then bite of a lock fOr me, darling boy,
and one for Lii.
\ lock Of hair for me indeed! No, that
wasn't in the bargain | would marry VIC
tor and be faithful to him, since that IS the
habit of our race; but what image ! carried
in nv hcart-and what hair in my lockct-
that was nv business. And | remembered
the head that had so lately bent toward
mine, with the hair-Oh, 50 neatly cut and
brpsbcd and the little line that showed so
bluc-white against the tan Of the neck, But
il was all a dclusiOn, that ride through the
fog, wild and happy, ike falling through
space on a star. And here before me, Stuiilng
clans. was the reality.
Asa protest against the marriage that was
being forced upon him $50 his mother had
hu~ricilv explained to me before dinner,
Victor had announced his intention Of ap-
nearing ike a barbarian before his new
faDrtc and before the stylish world here at
Ra~ Ua~bor. Accordingly he came to the
fable in the same funny fisherman costume
that he had worn sailing in the morning, and
sat there in q white, wOolly heap, ike great
polar bear, while the elegant embroidered
foo,mcn served him silently.
So the clans were taken away and soup
vas served. Now is the moment, Lii,
said 10 myself, III YOU claim TO be phi
losopher, 10 vindicatc your right to the
name. The sweet moments Of the after
noon. the dear and tender drcam-I would
lock it down in the depths Of my heart as
Papa had done with his dream So long ago
After al. if Victor disgustcd me, was that
not what everybody except little white
geese like Portia and Ermcntrude) expected
in q husband, But-ah, Saint Elizabeth, my
sacred patron, be with me and give me
strength for the day when my husband shall
kiSs me for the first time. Aftcrward perhaps
l shall grow used to it; but the first time
MRS. COBB, who had been gazing at her
A'A son with eyes that shonc as had seen
them shine when she spoke Of him on the
steamer. broke out in sudden expression Of
her enthusiasm. "Oh, Victor she cried,
@wha, q boy YOU arc like your kind, Vic
tor wish there were more like you"
Then, turning to me, "Well, Lii, she said,
"you haven't told me what you think OF my
bo-ov.
N,,N . ,.-L I Dul1ed back nv Whirling