Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-08
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JUNE s. 1918

high moonlight, it had a poignant charm
that made her forget once more how late 1t
was. and that her father might be waiting
anxiously for her coming at the inn.
Except for her first exclamation, she
stood looking at it for minute or two in
silence; then stole a glance at her COM
panion.
He was looking at it too; but in differ
ent way. His face wore puzzled, thought
full frown.
Il haven't been in this village since was
eight years DID," he said presently. Il
didn't know until | came back here that
remembered it at all. But that cottage.
somehow, has a homelike look. l believe
it's the very place where | lived for awhile
with my mother. The longer | look at it,
the more it seems to come back to me.
Don't you suppose" she ventured, shat
that's just because it looks like home, in
trinsically? It's everything that home
ought to be,-don't you see?-permanent.
and beautiful, and fragrant. Because, you
see, it feels the same way to me. 1t seems
as if it was holding out its arms to me; as
if | must have run up and down that path
when was little girl, andIgone to that old
spring house for drinks of cold water that
had queer taste and they said was good
for me-"
"Thats queer" he said. at seems now
as if remembered it too. And yet know
| didn't a minute ago.
@The moanlight's gone to our heads,
think" said Pamela. "Come. Let's go
back to the inn.
1t wasn't very far, and very little more
passed between them, except the goodnight
they said at the foot of the narrow step.
HE went to his room and lighted his two
- candles. He pulled out his watch and
looked at it, incredulous that it WASH later.
The last time he had consulted it was when
he was lighting his pipe, just before going
down into that grove of horse chestnuts
where he had found her. And that was only
two hours ago. 1t seemed-oh. WELL what
was the use? 1t was incommensurate with
time altogether.
He began methodically to wind his watch;
then stopped, struck by preposterous idea.
The last time he had wound that watch he
had never seen Pamela, never dreamed of
her. never even known he felt the want of
her. He must have felt it, of course, with
out knowing. And here she was all the
while, waiting For him? Was Fate in
earnest, or playing with him. He undressed
and Law down on the bed to wait for tomor-
row.
1t was perhaps an hour later that he heard
a cry.
CHAPTER III. Torn Across
DAMELA left the lighted candles in her
room and went through the communi
eating door into her fathers.
THAT you, Pamela?' she heard him say.
and even then his voice didn't sound quite
right. "Your expedition successful
"A little too successful for awhile, she
said as she CROPPED her way to his bed; "but
it came out all right. I'll tell you about it.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and
found his hand. Her own were always warm
and wonderfully alive and sensitive. you're
not we'll, she said moment later. Il think
| want to look at you
She never made sudden or Jerky move
ment; but she could be very quick. And it
was only moment later that the light of the
two candles was on his face and she was
standing beside the bed looking at him.
She made no cutlery; although the blue
look of dangerous collapse about the mans
mouth and eyes was enough to warrant it.
I'll send for doctor, think, she said.
mo said Harris weakly. and his word
checked her as she was moving toward the
door.
a know you don't like local people, she
began obviously; "but-'
Her father smiled. "Not that. Sent for
him already myself. Here in an hour or So