The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1913-01-17

had ever been in Lynn: or he would
go from a friends weekend house
party, where the habits of a Sybarite
were forced on him. to a camp in the
woods and pilot-bread fare, with an
equal smoothness of temper and enjoy
ment. Since luxury made no impress
sion on him. and hardship never
blunted his own ideals Of politeness
or pleasure. no one yer knew which
life he preferred.
Choosing TO walk fifteen OF twenty
squares to the Archangel apartment
house. his destination. Van Camp
looked about him. on this night OF his
arrival. with slightly quickened per-
ceptions. lie cast a mildly apprecia-
tive eye toward the picture disclosed
here and there by the glancing lights.
the chiaroscuro OF the i~ntersecting
streets. the constantly changing Wis
las. For an unimpressionable man. he
Was rather wrought upon. Neverthe-
less. he entered the charming apart
ment whittier he was bound with the
detached and composed manner which
society regards as becoming. A maid
with a foreign accent greeted him
Yes. Mademoiselle Reynier was ut
home: Mr.. Van Camp would find her
in the drawing.room.
The stiff and unrelaxed manner with
which Mr.. Van Camp bowed 10 Miss
Reynier n later was o at
all indicative OF the fairly respectable
fever within his Scotch breast. Miss
Reynier herself Was pretty enough TO
cause quickened pulses. She was OF
noble height. evidently a woman OF
the world. She gave Mr.. Van Camp
her hand in a greeting mingled OF
European daintiness and American
~frankness. Her vitality and abound.
ing interest in life were manifest.
All. but you are very late. This Is
how you become smart all at once In
-FOUR New York atmosphere! But pray
be seated: and here are cigarettes, II
you will. No? Very well: but tell
me: has that anonymous gill.sllt-or.
no. the branchial l~amella-has 1t be-
haved itself and proved to be the ave-
nue. which shall lead you to fame"
Mr.. Van Camp stood silent through
this fiippant b~adlnage. and calmly
waited until Miss Reynier had settled
herself. Then he thoughtfully turned
the chair offered him 30 as TO COM
mand a slightly better view OF the
corner where she sat. leaning against
the old-rose cushions. Finally. taking
1T. ~..- t.n4 he n IN hAr
greeting with his precise drawl
TN not smart. as you call IL. even
in New York. though | try to be-" His
eyes twinkled and his teeth cleaned
in his wide smile. If I were smart.
I'd pass by your error in scientific
nomenclature, but really | ought not
to do IL. II one ri not be exact"
That's just what I say. II n can
not he exact, why talk ut all?" Miss
Reynier caught IL up with high glee.
She had a foreign accent. and an oc-
casiona! twist OF words which proved
her 10 he neither American nor Eng.
lishwoman. That's my principle
she insisted. Leave other people in
u%ndlsturbed possession OF their hob
bies, especially in conversation. and
don't say anything II you can't say
what you mean. But then. you won't
talk about your hobby: and IL I have
no one to inform NE. how can ] be
alive: I'm so ready TO learn"
Mr.. Van Camp surveyed first the
bantering. alluring eyes. then turned
his gaze upon the sofa %luxuries about
them.
Are you ready to turn this bijou
dream into a laboratory smelling OF
alcohol and Ash? Are you willing TO
spend hours wading In mudbanks after
specimens, or scratching In the sand
under the broiling sun? Science does
not consult comfort"
Miss Reynier's expression OF quizzi-
cal teasing changed to one OF rather
thoughtful inquiry, as II she were e.
timating the man behind the scientist.
Van Camp was IN OF the lean, angu-
lar type, like Jim Hambleton. He was
also every manly and wholesome. but
even In his conventional evening
clothes there was something about
him that was unconventional-a pro-
testing, untamed element OF charac-
ter that resisted all rules except those
prescribed by itself. He puzzled her
now, as he had often puzzled her be-
tore; but II she made fun of his hob
bies, she had no mind to make fun OF
the man himself. A cheerful, intelli-
gent smile finally ended her contem.
plating moment.
"Oh, no: no digging In the sand
for me. I'll take what science I get
IN another way-put up in predigested
packages or bottled-any way but the
fishy way. But please don't give me
up. You shed q good deal Of light
on my mental darkness last winter In
Egypt. and maybe I can improve still
more" She suddenly turned with
friendly. confidential manner toward