New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-06

And this IS the funny part oil II, JeIiHyH'
since we are on the subject. She won adj
nit it. she probably wouldn't admit 1t even
if YOU asked her; but She knows.
IERAIYN walked across the room TOR a mo-
J r1ent and stood at the open window. he
moon now was almost overhead Against
the black fir trees the deep blue OF the SKY
and the brilliance Of the stars seemed eX-
traordinarilv vivid. 1t was still, SOFT
night. absolutely silent save for the buzzing
of a huge insect attracted by the lights. rs
he stood there Termvn was conscious OF his
first moment of actual depression. Was he
really. as all these people were so ready 10
hint an idealist. a dreamer, led by his love
# beauty 10 keep his head wilfully appraised,
the victim of his own sensitiveneSs 70 Such
an extent that he refused even 10 see flaws
in the things he worshiped? After all, II was
very ordinary world in which he lived.
Was it incumbent upon him to accept us
standards; :
Then a moment later he was ashamed OF
himself. From his first meeting with SyDH
there had never been a single second when
he had doubted her He had been IN those
days absolutely without prejudice or prefer
ence. His intuition had started him fairly;
surely his instinct was to be trusted tor the
rest He thought of her simple life, her care
ful avoidance Of all the excuses and vulgari-
ties into which she was so continually
tempted. her care for her sister, their de-
votion for each other. When he came back
across the room he was himself again. lie
was ashamed of that one moment OF vacilla-
ton. He knew that this man who was re-
sponsible for it was himself the incarnation
Of the other things
~Avnesworth. he said, with reference to
that memory which you say is GLIDING YOU,
I should like YOU to understand something.
Won are a man Of the world; | am not.
have asked Svbi Cluley to be my wife, and
having done that have placed everything
have to offer of myself and my life and my
honor in her hands. These things are not
affected by circumstances. DO you follow
me-"
NO. I'm hanged if | dol' Lakenham re-
piled. striking a match and lighting his
second pipe. you've asked her to marry
YOU all right; but if you were to find out
that she was
He shrank suddenly back in his place.
The words that he had been about to use
carelesslv enough seemed choked in his
throat The fire in Jermyn's eyes was like
the flash Of a rapier
Forgive me, Jermyn interrupted quiet
". You had better let me finish. You say
Yourself that | am a crank. Perhaps IN
worldly things am to some extent. Yet |
would like YOU to understand this: have
made up my mind to 1--we my life according
to nv own IDEAS and not according to the
accented ideas Of the world. For that reason
| began my little speech to you. For that
reason it will be better for me TO conclude It
before YOU say anything that might make 1t
imuos,illc for me 10 receive you any longer
under my roof If anything should come
20 YOU so that that cell in your memory was
no longer obscured, | want you to Under
stand this: | decline to hear anything that
YOU may remember concerning Miss Clrley.
decline to hear anything whatever about
her except from her own lips, and from her
own lips ! have heard all that | choose to
know. Is that clear
Lakenham, whose pipe was now going to
his satisfaction, nodded with subdued air
Of compassion. YES, that's all right, .lcr-
mvn. he declared. lord love you'll we're
ali made differently, aren't We? The only
trouble is that / seem to be made TO fit into
this world; but the Lord knows where you'd
find one TO suit Your notions"
Jermyn smiled as he rose to his feet and
threw away the end Of his cigarette. My