New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-09-28

ehefrequently reproved him for his rusticitv,
IN secret she adOred IT, She had been used
III her life TO the polish of Europe, satiated
with It's compliments, glutted with its hvpoc-
~isy, courted by men with manner and no
manners, whom she had met with their own
weapons. She had never known real friend
ship in man or woman had not even
sought friendship, because life had taught
her that for her such things did not exist. In
Markham she had found the myth without
searching and once found She had grappled
il TO her soul with hoops OF steel His friend
ship it was that she had loved. not Mark
ham. He was her own discovery. her very
own, and she followed her first sober i'm
pulse calmly giving him the best of her,
-corning the arts that She had been accus-
toned TO employ on other men.
There had been moments Of uncertainty.
moments of Cnnui; but never of danger
until tonight, when She had fallen from grace
and Welded 20 an impulse, once ignohlc, but
now ignoblc no longer 10 bring Markham
NJ all hazards 10 her feet. II was no longer
their friendship that She loved, but Mark
ham. She loved tcrycntlv, as coquettes
will at last II was the coqucttc in her that
had Knocked and tan,alizci him. the co..
OQtNNl ~ XII l'illl Ist.A hlNNi.s .|ll IL
the woman who had struck, and now SUI
fered the pains of her imprudence.
OLGA dismissed the unfortunate Geor-
~ gette when She came 10 brush her hair,
and threw herself on the bed, staring At va
cancv. He had guessed the truth-the
agony of il, She had wcpt real tears the
tears Of subsection She had begun a CO..
Cuc,te. trusting TO her skill in discrimination;
but her heart had betrayed her. She had
weDt. and Markham had seen her tears.
The future. Had she one, Happiness,
Il must come soon. Thirty-a year older
than Markham. Roses grown in hothouses
are quick TO fade. Would she fade too
quickly;
She went to the dressing table and ex-
amined her face in q hand mirror with as
siduous care. Yes crows feet, three of
them at each eve. and two tiny wrinkles
leading into her dimples. She was positively
hacgard tonight II did not do for the
woman of thirty to cry. Her hair-another
gray onc-she pluckcd II out viciOusly-she
would not grow old.
She put the mirror down and lay back in
her chair, her gaze fixed upon the wall beside
her. which bore q photograph OF her young
hostess astride her favorite hunter Her
mia youth ana NGI own knONltQSt Oh Jut
world-what would she not give for that in
domitable combination She was glad in a
way that Markham had decided to postpone
the painting of Hermia's portrait She
wasn't quite certain about Hernia. II was
never wise 70 be certain about any gul, cS-
peciallv if that girl was seven years younger
than YOU were and quite as pretty. And
what on earth did Hernia mean by scrub
hing John Markham's floor; In her present
mood It seemed a Symbol-was 1t prophetic;
Markham was candid in his likes and dis
likes. and he made no bones now OF his
pleasure in Herrnia's society. Hernia was
a surprising person. Her love Of mischief
was increasing with her years; her capacity
for making it limited only by the end OF OPP
portunity.
CHE was not surprised when she came
- downstairs rather late the next morning
20 learn that Markham had returned % the
island This meant that he was still angry
which was hcalthtul. She needed little
time for reconstruction too, and Markham