The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-05-20
lacey scarf. Her husband still looked

lacey scarf. Her husband still looked
puzzled as he said:
Keep your wraps on. You've prob
ably taken cold. The raging draughts
n Is subject to at these brushes!
How 1t Is we're not all in our graves
I don't know! The fires beyond my
doctorirg. but we'll soon have that
all right. Sit down!"
He looked about at the chairs as
he spoke and pushed the most COM
Portable toward her. He then rang
gave the order, slowly pacing the
room while the servant accomplished
his task. On the departure Of that
"nr' nnary to the cheerful sound of
cracking wood, Darony began handi-
~ making the coffee. He was one
OF those men who use their hands
with pleasure even in trivial mat
tiers. These members were finely
formed, nervously veined and quick in
movement; hands, one could see at a
glance. with the power of manipula-
ton. that beautiful art coming only
with the quick-witted brain.
"Cohee's a bad thing at this hour
Of the night, or rather morning" said
Darony, languidly, leaning back in his
lounge chair, with his long legs cross
ed and his eyes fixed in watchful scru-
tiny Of the little blue flame. you're
not likely to sleep a wink after it."
II don't want to Sleep" said his
wife, getting up and moving restless
ly. What a dreary room!"
You've made q mistake in your
substantive" observed her husband,
slowly, watching her with a CLEAN of
hVyn1nSs In hts N0yNr GU~,. -~---A -.
drive home. didn't you? You appeared
to lind 1t more than usually dreary
tonight. There's nothing the matter
with this room. It's rather large, of
course. but it has always been a ia
vorite Of mine. If you were less q
stranger to it you would like it bet
ter-the books, for instance"
His wife gave a little laugh. ooh,
the books! All, yes, of course! like
the books, but then the books are not
the room: happily for me they are de-
tachable!"
AS she spoke she took up Balfour's
"Soundation of Belief" from the table
at her side and turned the leaves. The
edge of her mischievous smile was
still on her lips. Darony crushed in his
hand the envelope of a note he had
opened and with irritated energy
pitched it into the fire. A little later
he handed her the coffee, placing ii
beside her on q bedazzled little moth
er-o'-pearl stool, whose firm four
~leggedness was at %grotesque variance
with the diminutive proportions.
1--WE were talking just now about
pleasing ourselves. For the future. will
you please me in one single matter?
have. a grave dislike to Fordyce. That
is old news. You have already known
that for long. You were talking and
dancing with him tonight. I don't
want to be worrying, but at the risk
Of what will again appear to you an
absurd request, I must ask you to re-
fuse him dances. l must go further
than that; I must forbid it. Does this
sound tyrannfcal? suppose so! II
you will not obey me, l sail be forced
to give you more particulars, more
reasons. Don't force me-. he added
huskily "You-". 80.
He moved abruptly away. A similar
discussion had arisen between them,
and on that occasion she had flushed
angrily. declaring she was perfectly
capable of managing her own affairs,
She remained now absolutely still. Da-
rony ended a solemn preamble round
the room by stopping directly before
her. She looked up, and their eyes
met in conflicting gaze.
A color wavered in her face.
"Oh, you need not trouble about the
particulars. Very likely you're right.
I didn't like him altogether tonight
She recovered herself for q final shot.