Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-01-03

on his second day in London as he
had ever been in Lynn; or he would
go from a friends weekend house
party, where the habits of Sybarite
were forced on him, to a camp in the
woods and pilotbread 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 ever knew which
life he preferred
squares to the Archangel apartment
house, his destination, Van Camp
looked about him, on this night of his
arrival, with slightly quickened per-
ceptions. He cast a mildly apprecia-
tive eye toward the picture disclosed
here and there by the glancing lights,
the chiaroscuro of the intersecting
streets, the constantly changing Wis
tas. 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. maid
with a foreign accent greeted him
Yes, Mademoiselle Reynier was at
home; Mr.. Van Camp would find her
in the drawing-room.
The stiff and unrelaxed manner with
which Mr.. Van Camp bowed to Mss
Reynier a moment later was not 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 or
European daintiness and American
| frankness. Her vitality and abound
ing interest in life were manifest.
"Ah, but you are very late. This is
how you become smart all at once in
your New York atmosphere! But pray
be seated; and here are cigarettes, If
you will No? very well; but tell
me; has that amorphous gillslit-or,
no. the bronchial lamella-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 fippant badinage, and calmly
waited until Miss Reynier had settled
| herself. Then he thoughtfully turned
! the chair offered him SO as to com
mand a slightly better view of the
corner where she sat. leaning against
the old-rose cushions. Finally, taking
his own time, he touched off her
| greeting with his precise drawl,
I'm not smart, as you call it. even
in New York, though I try to be- His
eyes twinkled and his teeth cleaned
in his wide smile IF l were smart,
I'd pass by your error in sc1entlnc
nomenclature, but really | ought not
to do it. If one can not be exact
That's just what say. If one can
not be exact. why talk at all?' MISS
Reynier caught it up with high glee'
She had a foreign accent, and an oc-
casional twist of words which proved
| her to be neither American nor Eng
| Iishwoman. That's my principle.
she insisted. Leave other people IN
undistur6ed possession of their hob
bies, especially in conversation, and
| don't say anything If you can't say
what you mean. But then. you won
talk about your hobby; and If | have
no one to inform mo, how can be
exact? But I'm the Weakest person
alive; I'm so ready to lsarn
Mr.. Van Camp surveyed first the
bantering, alluring eyes, then turned
: his gaze upon the sofa luxuries about
them
Are you ready 10 turn this biJou
dream into a laboratory smelling OF
alcohol and fish, Are you willing 70
spend hours washing in mudbanks AFTER
specimens or scratching in the SAND
under the broiiing sun? Science does
not consult comfort.
Miss ReyGier's expression or quizzl
cal teasing changed to one or rather
thoughtful inquiry, as if she were es
timatinS che man behind the scientist
Van Camp was one of the lean. angu
lar typs. like Jim Hambleton. He was
also every manly and wholesome, bu'
| even in his conventional evening
clothes there was something aDou'
his, that was unconventional-a pro
testing. untamed element OF charac
ter that resisted all rules except those
prescribed by itself. He puzzled hel
now, as he had often puzzled her De
fore: but IL she made fun OF his mob
bies. she had no mind to make run o
the man himself A cheerful, intelii
gent smile finally ended her contem
plating moment.
"Oh. no; no digging in the SANE
for me. I'll take what science | ge
in another way-put up In predigestet
packages or bottled-any way but TIT
fshy way. But please don't give M
I'D. You shed good deal OF Ign
on my mental darkness last winter u
Egypt. and maybe can improve SUI
more" She suddenly turned VIII
, friendly. confidential manner towar'