Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-02

her brother. But Mr. Bradstreet! Ali he
was all and more than she had gathered from
report and memory.
THE next two weeks were both trying and
disconcerting to Emily. So long visit
was unheard of nowadays, she assured her
father. But he appeared quiescent and tran
quill under the soothing influence of the Mole
and the society of Miss Hyatt, who affirmed
and maintained a growing passion for the
rod. The sudden sympathy of these two
threw Emily back upon association with the
elder Carsons, their undergraduate son, and
casual visitors coming and going. Tom
Hyatt she evaded; indeed, Shook" in so
far as civility permitted. AS for Marian
Hyatt, Emmy considered any woman feeble
minded who paid court to her father, man
SO exceptionally impersonal and remote from
feminine flattery.
Claudius, meantime, was mice" to several
neighborhood girls, and thoughtfully re-
Trained from offering the attentions that
Emmy would have scornfully discarded.
Whenever she looked at him those kisses
rose up between them, filling the atmosphere
like mammoth microbes. The only wonder
was that she did not dislike him more heart
lily. Frequently she went apart on long
walks to think this matter over. And it con-
tinued to puzzle her.
|nNE soft, misty morning near high noon
~ Miss Bradstreet, looking cool, lofty,
and haughtiy composed, refused to drive
with Hyatt; owing she explained, to the pos
sibility of rain. Instead she went on one of
her solitary examinations of the Carson
fields, orchards, and meadowlands through
which flowed the river. A delightful path
farther along ran in and out among the
trees overlapping the Mole, whose bank at
this point rose gradually high, almost level
with the tops of the bushes edglng the
stream. The mist partly concealed the
water below; but the path ahead stood out,
flecked with pale sunlight.
Approaching this favorite and secluded
bend, Emily noticed lying on the path some
white object, which, on closer inspection,
proved to be a spotlcssly clean white hand
kcrchief; a mans, by the size of it, also by
the smell of tobacco. And in one corner she
found an embroidered al" Emily felt an
to her face. Whercupon, in great self-dis-
gust she stopped to reason with her own emo
tions. and was lost in wonder at them. Was
this her fathers daughter? asked Emily
Bradstreet; and, covertly slipping Tom
Hyatt's personal possession into the side
pocket of her top coat, she started forward
through the mist-and nearly ran against
the owner.
pardon mel" said he. Emmy, is that
you? Odd little thickness over everything,
isn't it? thought I'd walk too"
81 was going to the village-alone, she
announced.
"I'll not detain you. I lost my handker-
chief around here somewhere this morning.
Did you happen to-Sh." He stopped to
listen. whats that
They heard voices
"Are they coming toward u.s." he went on
softly. Lets give them the path"
NO." replied Emily, firmly bent upon
continuing in the open. dts someone talk
ing down there by the edge of the water.
Fishing. Why, it's"
"After public man reaches forty" said
the voice, "the sympathy he receives is inn
personal,-a sort of abstract, sometimes
worshpfu1, admiration for success
"Father." whispered Emmy.
al often feel like comet plunging through
space alone-all the moons and stars afraid
to approach me"
"Tom." cried Emmy standing close
enough to be heard by him only. "Alone!