The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1912-11-29


Lightning Soon Emerged In the Com
pany of Crusader.
Is perfectly absurd" she 6outed his
fancy, "since New Chelsea is nothing
so emphatic"
Inside, the decorators-not from New
Chelsea-were putting the finishing
touches on the last room, and most of
the furnishings were in place He
found that the Globe had done the
house grave injustice. 1t was not at
all 'palati but planned with an
eye to comfort and harmony-"llvable
ness" Katherine called it-and mark
ed by extreme simpllcity-of the expen.
sive sort however.
Under Katherine's guidance John
was shown the whole house from gar
ret to cellar. At least half of his ad
miration he gave to his guide. He had
never before known her as she was
that afternoon, girlish. enthusiastic.
absorbed in her woman's task Of home
making. never so alluring. Afterward
they rested on the shady eastern ter.
race.
DO you know" she said, you
haven't exclaimed once. Not single
Fine! or even a 'BullyP You're
very satisfactory person - in some
ways Do you like itT'
Very much" he answered with such
evident sincerity that she was content
But why this air of permanence?"
Because this Is to be home OF
course we shall be In the Steel city dur
ing the winter, with a month In New
York for the opera. But this is home
It seems lonely and out of the way
now, I suppose, but that won't last
long. The Sangers have bought the
place next TO this. The Flicks, and
maybe the Hawes. are coming. Wen
soon have our own little colony"
"And the siege of New York;"
"a foolish expedition from which we
have discreetly retreated." Her laugh
did not ring quite so free as usual
She continued: 1T was humillating
toadying to people who despise you for
your presumption" The crimson rush
ed resentfully to her cheeks. He said
nothing.
THANK you for not asking ques
tons It's foolish for me to be so sensi
tive about It, but"-she shrugged her
shoulders - ''our experience wa~n I
pleasant. like the new rich like
to meet men who are doing things-who
are making their own conquests. not
living on the fruits of others con.
quests"
He sat silent. To win. always to
win. was the sum OF this girls philoso
ply. with no thought of its cruelty or
realization that for every victor there
must be many losers. And wealth,
power. the things a man had. were the
badge of his victory.
She was laughing at him. What do
you think when you retire into yourself
so rudely? Anything profitable or in
teresting7"
I'm afraid not Do you think win
ming Is all of life?"
isn't itT
strength, II one is strong. to support
the weak He paused abruptly, con
scious of the triteness and futility OF
his words, with the shyness of the man
who, self conscious without conceit
fears to uncover his ideals before un'
sympathetic eyes.
"Oh, John Dunmeade." she replied
impatiently. you're so disappointing
with your schoolboy pladtudes."
He made no answer; the quick red
rushed to his face. And why should
she interest herself In his ideals? A
long. troubled silence fell between
them.
"John," she said suddenly, was it
necessary for you to crlticise and quar-
rel with my fatherr
"I did not critlcise him." he respond
ed quickly, land there Is no quarrel
that | am aware of. We merely diff
fered in opinion on a business matter,
each believing he was right"
"Will you tell me why you think him
wrongT
He found his lips sealed. II haven't
criticised him." he said gravely. "aud
l can't begin now, especially to his
daughter"
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