The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-04-10

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so like Arthur that under normal con
ditions II would have been difficult e
tell them apart. Even when she usec
TO go up to the garnet with Mrs
Ellison, to aid her in rumma gins
some old trunk. there came to iighi
none Of those trifiing knick-knacks
which any mother would have secret.
~ chung to. no matter to what depth
her flesh and blood had fallen.
Never had she seen among the usu-
al amateur photographs one present
ing two boys. once she had come
across photograph OF q smooth
faced youth who was In the act OF
squirting along the top Of an engin-
GERS trip cd. Arthur had laughingly
taken II away from her. saying that
1t represented him when he had had
ambitions to build bridges.
To build bridges. The phrase awoke
something in Elsa's mind. Bridges.
She sat up in bed. mentally keen for
the first time since dinner. II have
built bridges in my time over which
trains are passing at this moment.
have fought torrents. and floods, and
hurricanes. and myself"
He was Paul Ellison, son and
brother, and they had blotted him out
OF their lives by destroying all physi-
cal signs OF him. There was something
inhuman In the deliberateness of II,
something unforgivable.
They had made no foolish attem nj
70 i've under an assumed name. They
had come from New York to the little
valley in order to leave behind the
scene of their disgrace and ali those
who had known them. And they had
been extremely fortunate. They were
all gently born. Elsa's friends and
acquaintances. above ordinary inouis-
itiveness. and they had respected the
aloofness OF the Ellisons. Arthur was
an invetefate traveller. Half the year
round him In Europe. painting a
little, writing little less, frequenting
the lesser known villages In France
and Italy. ''
He let It be understood that he alb.
had appeared at less than a dozen 90,
cial affairs. Arthur did not care for
horses. for hunting, for sports of any
khd. And yet he was sturdy, clear
eyed, fresh-skinned. He walked nj
ways: he was forever tramping or
TO the pine-hooded hills, with his paint
ing-kit over his shoulders and his
campstool under his arm. Later, Elsa
began to understand that he was a
true scholar. not merely an educated
man. He was besides n hnguist of
amazing facility. q pianist who In
Voriably preferred as his audience his
own two ears.
Arthur would have been a great
dramatist or a great poet, II
III what? II what? All, that had
been the crux Of II all. OF her doubt,
or her hesitance. If ne had fought
Tor prizes coveted by mankind, IL he
had thrown aside his dreams and gone
into the turmoil, II he had taken up
mans burden and carried 1t to sue
cess Elsa, daughter of man who
mad Fought In the great arena from
ms youth to his death, Elsa was not
meant Tor the wife OF dreamer
Paul Ellison. What was his crime
IN comparison to his cxpiation Of II?
He had built bridges, fought torrents.
hurricanes. himself. No, he was not
scholar; he saw no romance in the
multifarious things he had of neces-
sity put his hand to--these had been
daily matter-of-fact occupations. A
strange gladness seemed to loosen
the tenseness of her aching nerves.
Then, out Of the real world about
her, came with startling distinctness
the shrek OF parrot. She would
nave recognized that Piercing cry
anywhere. 1t was Rajah. In the
next room, and she had not known
that warrington (she would always
know him by that name) was stop
ping at the same hotel! She listened
intently. Presently she heard muffled
sounds. clatter OF metal. A few
minutes later came a softer tinkle,
scurry Of pattering feet. then silence.
Elsa ran to the door and stood mo-
tionless by the lamb, waiting. ethere-
ally white In the moonshinc. Sud-
denly upon the gallery pillars flashed
yellow light. She should have gone
back to bed. but thrill Of unknown
rear held her BY and by the yellow
light went out with that Quickness
which tricks the hearing into believ-
Ing that the vanishing had been ac-
companied by sound. She saw War
ringfon. fully dressed, issue forth
cautiously. glance about then pass
down the gallery. stepping with the
lightness of a cat.
She returned hastily TO her room.
threw over her shoulders n kimono,
and went back to the door, hesitating
there for IA breath or two. She
stepped out upon the gallery. What
had reused him at this time OF night?
She leaned over the railing and
peered down into tho roadway which
In daytime was given over to the
rickshaw coolies. She heard the
crunch Of wheels. a low murmuT Of