The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1914-10-24

der or you would have a m~ustache.-
"You might be a lawyer. being clean
shaven. Are your
NO"
"Oh. That's rather disappointing.
You would make a ripping judge. with
a big wig IN. Well, perhaps you
write things. know-you are an au-
thor. or an editor"
"No.-
"Folled again. said Daphne cheer
fully. Let me see, what other pro-
fessions are there? Are you a don,
by any chance? A fellow, or lecturer.
or anything? We had a fellow Of All
Souls down here once. He was a dear"
NO"
"You are a varsity man. I suppose"
"Yes."
oxford or CambridgeY'
Cambridge"
II am glad. Dark blue is so dull,
isn't 1t? Besides. dad is a Cambridge
He is an. old running blue. He
won-but OF course you know all about
that. 1t seems queer to think you
knew him before l did-well, 1 give
you up. What do you doT"
Apollyon reflected.
Il sell GOALS he replied at last, rath-
er Unexpectedly.
This announcement and the
in which 1t was made momentarily
deprived Miss Vereker Of speech, a
somewhat rare occurrence. s
Il see," she said presently. 1--WE
get ours from the station master" she
added.
9" was not proposing to apply for
your CUSTOM" said Apollyon meekly.
At this point they reached the Kirk
ley arms, and In the effort involved in
rousing that somnolent hosiery from
its Sabbath coma and making arrange
ments for the sending up Of Sir John
Carr's luggage to the rectory, the ques-
ton of why he sold Goals, and whether
he hawked the same round in a barrow
or delivered bis wares through the
medium. Of the parcel post was lost
sight of.
On the homeward walk conversation
was maintained on much the same
terms. Daphne held forth unwcarying-
ly. and Apollyon contented himself
for the most part with answering her
point blank questions and putting a
few-a very few-of his own. Certain
ly the man was a born listener and
amazingly magnetic. Tacitus himself
could not have said less, and the
greatest crossexaminer In the legal
profession could not have extracted
more. As they strolled side by side
through the Kirkley woods, where the
last of the daffodils were reluctantly
making way. for the first of the prim-
roses, Daphne found herself reciting.
as to a discreet and dependable father
c~onfessor, a confidential but whole
hearted summary Of the present state
of domestic politics.
Ally's failure to secure n scholarship
at the university was mentioned and
commented on.
ut was disgusting. of him to miss
the Greek prose paper Daphne
thought. "He didn't oversleep at all.
of course, l soon found that out. The
real reaso was that he had zone to
some mans rooms the night before.
and the silly brat must go and drink
a whisky and soda and smoke a cigar.
That did 1t, 1t was no use telling dad,
because he simply wouldn't believe
such a story. and if he did it would
make him unhappy for weeks. Be
sides, who can blame the poor dear?
You can't be surprised If a ~schoolboy
kicks over the traces a bit the first
time he finds himself out of his own
can your
II thought" replied Sir John. finding
that some answer was expected of
him. that you said you knew nothing
of men,
Il said l didn't know many men,"
corrected Daphne. but those / do
know l know pretty thoroughly. They
are very easy to understand, dear
things. You always know where you
are with them. Now, girls are differ
ent. Did you netice that boy whom
We passed just now. who went pink
and took off his hat? That's Bobby
Gill. a fame of Cilly's. I'm going to
have a lot of trouble with Cilly's love
affairs. 1 can see. She falls down and
worships every second man she meets.
| believe she would start incoming
around the place after you If you were
not so old" she added. "Cilly's a dar-
ling, but what she wants
She plunged. with puckered brow and
tireless tongue. into "A further tale of
hopes and fears. Stiffy's schooling,
Nicky's boots, the curate who had to
come-all were laid upon the table.
Even the emergency bag and Wednes-
days joint crept in somehow.
They were almost home when she
concluded.
Suddenly Apollyon inquired:
"Do you know the name Of that little
hollow on our right? Is it Thinkers
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