The Washington times., 1913-06-08
CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)

leaped into the carriage f1oatsd
again before her eyes. Surely,
behind him were to be found
evil things; before him-what? She
took UP her novel again, but laid II
down almost Immediately.
You are going to London?" she in
luired of him.
ITO London" he repeated dreamily
Yes"
But your luggage-was that left be-
hind?"
He smiled.
II have no luggage" he said.
You are going up for the day only:
she hazarded.
He shook his head. There was a
note Of triumph almost in his tone.
Il am going for good" ne said. II
wishes count for anything. / shall
never set foot within this county
again"
There was a story, she felt sure. con-
nected with this strange fellow-passen-
ger Of hers. She watched him thought
fully. A human document such as this
the first time that he had excited ner
interest.
London" she said. 'is a wonderful
place for young men,.
He turned a rapt face toward her.
The fire seemed leaping out Of his eyes.
"Others have found 1t so" he said.
II go to prove their words"
"You are a stranger here, thenT"
81 have never been further south
than this in my life," he replied. Il
know only the London of De Quincy
and Lamb-London with the halo of
romance around It.
She sighed gently.
You will find 1t all SO different" she
said. "You will be bitterly disappoint-
ed"
HE set his lips firmly together.
81 have no fear" he said, Il shall nnd
II I stayed where I was must have
gone mad"
asked.
He laughed softly.
II have not a friend IN the WorIo'
he said. in London ] do not know a
soul. What matter? There is life to
be lived there, prizes to be won. There
is room for everyone"
She half closed her eyes, watching
him keenly all the time with an inter-
est which was certainly not dimin-
ished.
London is a wonderful CITY," she
said, but she Is not always kind TO
the stranger. You have spoken OF lie
Quincy. who wove fairy fancies apou'
her, and Lamb, who was an anectlon-
ate stay-at-home. a born dweller In
cities. They were dreamers both, these
men. What about Chatterton"
IAN unhappy exception" he said. III
only he had lived a few months longer
his sorrows would have been over
To-day" she said, there are many In
world will listen to them. Are you
going to take your place among them?
He smiled confidently.
Not l." he answered. II shall Work
with my hands II men will have none
of my brains. Indeed" he continued
turning toward her with swift, trans
figuring smile. .I am not village
prodigy going to London with pocket.
full Of manuscripts. Don't think that
of me. / am going to London because
I have been stifled and choked-I want
en- who live. oh! you don't know M the
sort of place I have come from-tne
brain-poison of 1t. the hideous same
ness and narrowness OF II ALL.
why at last you made up your mind
to leave It is not SO long, you know,
since I saw you in somewhat different
guise."
him; underneath his tanned skin he was
paler. and the blood in his veins was
cold. His eyes. fixed upon the flying
landscape, were set in a fixed. unseeing
stare-surely. the fields were peopled
with evil memories and faces in the
trees were mocking him. So he re-
mained for several moments as though
in the grip of a nightmare, and the
lady watched him. There was a little
tragedy. then, behind
There, was a man once" he said.
who drew a line through his life. and
said to himself that everything behind
1t concerned some other people-not
him. So with me. Such memories as L
mence a new life"
"One's past" she said. lis not always
SO easily to be disposed Of. There are
ghosts which will haunt US, and some
times the ghosts are living figures
Let them come to me-" he muir
INJURED, land my fingers shall be upon
their throats. / want no such legacies.
SHE shook her head slowly.
Ghosts" she said. with a faint smile,
ARE sometimes very difficult people to
deal with