Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-06

who has humbled his enemy. IL may
he added that his linen was nne ana
immaculate, his black string-tle pre-
ciseIv tied and a pair of gold-r1mmed
eyeglasses swung by fiat black coru
against his white waistcoat. mere
was a touch of the military IN tne
suuareness of shoulder and the lltt IN
the rugged head, no less than in the
gallant little bow with which he rose
to greet the girl coming toward them.
Shirley" said her mother, the
majors brutal, and he shant nave
his mint-julep."
"What has he been doing?" asked
| the other, her brows wrinkling IN
delightful way she had.
HE has reminded me that I'm
growing old"
Shirley looked at the major skeptl-
cally, for his chivalry was, undoubted.
During a long career in law and leg
islature it had been said of him that
he could neither speak on the tariff
question nor defend a man for muir
! der without first paying a tribute to
"the women of the South, sah."
Nothing of the sort" he rurnbled.
Mrs. Dandridge's face softened to
usefulness. Shirley, am II" she
asked, with a quizzical, almost droll
uneasiness. 'Why, I've got every
/ 4 We ever lldO. lCd0 dAA tiiC
new French novels, and I'm even
thinking of going in for the militant
suffragette movement"
The girl had tossed her hat and
crop on the table and seated herself
by her mothers chair. Now reaching
down, she drew one of the fragile
blue-veined hands up against her
cheek her bronze hair, its heavy coil
loosened. dropping over one shoulder
like sunlit seaweed. What was it he
said, dearest?"
"FIe thinks / ought to wear a wors-
ted shawl and arctics." Her mother
thrust out one little thin-slippered
foot, with its slender ankle cleaning
through it's open-work stocking like
mother-of- pearl. Imagine! In May.
And he knows I'm vain of my feet!
Major, if you ever had wife you
would have learned wisdom. But you
mean well. and I'll take back what I
said about the julep. You mix it,
Shirley. Yours is even better than
Ranston's."
"She makes me one every day,
Monty" she continued, as Shirley
went into the house. And when she
isn't looking pour it into the bush
there. See those huge, maudlin-look
ing roses? That's the shameless re-
suit. It's new species. I'm going
to name it Tipsium Giganticum.
Major Bristow laughed as he bit the
end off cigar AL the same" he
said in his big rumb1ing voice, you
need 'em, / reckon. You need more
than mint juleps, too. You leave the
whiskey to me and the doctor, and
you take Shirley and pull out for
Italy. Why not? A year there would
do you heap of good
She shook her head mo, Monty
1t Isn't what you think. It's-here."
She lifted her hand and touched her
heart. ms been so for a long time.
But it may-it can't go on forever,
you see. Nothing CAM
The major had leaned forward in
his chair. Judith" he said, and his
hand twitched, at isn't true!" And
then, How do you know"
She smiled at him. You remember
when that big surgeon from Vienna
came to see the doctor last year?
Well, the doctor brought him to me.
I'd known it before in way, but it
had gone farther than I thought. No
one can tell just how long 1t may be.
1t may be years. of course. but I'm
not taking any sea trips, Monty"
He cleared his throat and his voice
was husky when he spoke. Shirley
doesn't known"
Certainly not. She mustn't And
then, in sudden sharpness: "You
shan't tell her, Monty. You wouldn't
dare!"
mo, indeed" he assured her quick
ly. "Of course not"
TITS just among us three, Doctor
| Southall and you and me. We three
have had our secrets before, Ell,
Monty?"
Eyes, Judith, we have"
She bent toward him, her hands
| Tightening on the cane. after all,
| it's true. Today I am getting old.
may look only fifty, but 1 feel sixty
and I'll admit to seventy-five. It's
! joy that keeps us young. and l didn't
get my fair share of that, Monty. For
just one little week my heart had it
all-all-and then-well, then 1t was
finished. 1t was finished long before
I married Tom cambridge. 1t isn't
that I'm mpty-headed. It's that I've
been an empty-hearted woman, Mon
| ty-as empty and dusty and desolate
as the old house over yonder on the
ridge"
81 know, Judith, I know"
! you've been empty in a way, too,
| she said. But it's been different
| way. You were never in love-really
in love, 1 mean. Certainly not with
me, Monty, though you tried to make
me think so once upon a time, before
Sassoon came along, and-Beauty
| Valiant"
The major blinked. suddenly star
tied. 1t was out, the one name nei-
! Their had spoken to the other for
! thirty years! He looked at her lit
tie guiltily: but her eyes had turned
away. They were gazing between
the catalpas to where, far off on a
gentle rise, the stained gable of a
roof thrust up dark and gaunt above
its Aest of foliage. Everything
changed then,' she continued dream
lily, everything"
The majors fingers strayed across
his waistcoat, fumbling uncertainty
for his eyeglasses. For an instant
he, too, was back in the long-ago
past. when he and Valiant had been
comrades. What a long panorama
unfolded at the name; the times
when they had been boys fy-fishing
in the Rapidan and fox-hunting about
Pilot Knob with the yelping hounds
crisp winters of books and pipes to-
gether at the old university at Char
lottesville-later maturer years about
| Damory Court when the trail of sex