The weekly times-record., 1913-07-24

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"You must ao-please!"
There seemed nothing for me but to
keep still and hope that this discus
sion between Cecilia Hollister and
Hartley Virgins would not be contin.
bed within earshot. TO my relief they
moved a tribe farther on. but still
heard their voices.
II cannot listen to you. Now that
I'm committed cannot honorably
you at all. and can ex-
plain nothing. i came here to meet
you only to tell you this. You must 60
please! And do not attempt to see
me in this way again."
was grateful that Virgins voice
sank SO low In his reply that I did not
hear 1t. but I knew that be was plead
Ing hard. Then a motor flashed BY.
and when the whir Of Its passing had
ceased the voices were inaudible. But
q moment later I heard q light. quick
step beyond the wall. and Cecilia pass.
ed hurriedly. her face turned toward
the house. The cape was draw wn tight.
Iy about her shoulders. and she walk
ed with her head bowed.
breathfd u sigh of relief. and when
| felt safe from detection. climbed the
slope.
Pausing o. the crest to survey the
landscape. saw a man. wearing a der
by hat and light topcoat. leaning
against fence that inclosed pasture.
As | glanced In his direction he moved
away hastily toward the road below.
The feeling of being watched is not
agreeable. and could not account for
him. AS he pissed out Of sight still
another man appeared. emerging from
a strip Of woodland farther on. Even
through the evening haze ! should have
said that be was gentleman. The
two men apparently bore no relation to
each other. though they were walking
In the same direction, bound. judged,
for the highway below. l had an un-
comfortable feeling that they had both
been observing me. though for what
purpose ! could not imagine. Then
once more. just as was about to en-
ter the Italian garden from fallow
field that hung slightly above 1t, Il
third man appeared as mysteriously
as though he had sprung from the
ground. and ran ut sharp dog trot
along the fence, headed. like the 9th
ers, for the road In the third instance
the stranger undoubtedly took pains to
hide his face. but he. too. was well
dressed and wore topcoat and a fe-
dora hat of current style.
l did not know why these gentlemen
were ranging the neightorhood or what
object they had in view. but their sew.
eral appearances huL interested me.
and | went on into the house we'll sat
isfed that events Of an unusual char.
acter we're likely to mark my visit to
the home Of Miss Octavia Hollister.
Cecilia sat reading alone when en-
tered the library shortly before the din
ner hour. She put down her book and
we fell into ftful talk.
II took walk after tea. l always
feel that sunsets are best seen from
the fields. You can't quite do them
Justice from windows" she began.
ch1 .,oov,oI nrofNurnn{o6 WiOUtnS
was in her recollection Of the glowing
landscape-l was confident Of this. and
poor Virgins was even now wander
ing these hills. no doubt. brooding upon
bis troubles under clear October stars.
Dinner WAS announced the moment
Miss HolIister entered. and ! walked
out between them. Miss Octavta HOl.
lister was Il surprising person, but in
nothing was she so delightfully."- way
ward US in the gowns she wore. My
ignorance Of such matters is immeas
urable. but fancy that she designed
her own rainent and had her ideas
were thereupon carried out by tailor
Of SKILL At the AsOlando. and when we
had met at ten in her own house. she
had worn the severest Of tailored
gowns, with short skirt and coat
into whose pockets she was fond OF
thrusting her hands. Tonight the ma.
teriaI was lavender silk trimmed in
white. but the skirt had not heightened
and over a white silk waist she, wore
a kind Of cutaway cut that matched
the skirt, An aigret in her lovely
white hair contributed piquant note
to the whole impression. AS we pass
ed down the hall she talked with great
animation Of The Hague tribunal, just
then holding a prominent place in the
newspapers for some reason that has
escaped me.
1.-THE whole thing is absurd, perfect
~ absurd. l know Of nothing that
would contribute more to human enjoy.
ment than real war between Ger.
many and England. The Hague idea
u pure sentimentalism- sentimental.
ism can ever be said to be pure. ] will
so further and say that consider II
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