The evening world., 1914-03-04

CHAPTER XII.
1.-THE Ethics Of the Pr0fessiOn."
~NDY p. sYMEs sat In his
comfortable porch chair In
GV the cool of tho evening, at
peace with all the world.
His frame OF mind was en-
viable; indeed. that person would be
hard TO please who could look down
the vista OF pleasant probabilities
which stretched before his mental
vision and not feel tolcrably s~rcne.
And Augusta--his smile Of COM
placcncy did not fade-shc was equal
TO any emergency now. he believed.
She had not only changed amazingly
but she was still changing and Symss
watched the various stages Of her de-
veiopment with quiet interest and
approval. 1t is true he missed her
former demonstrativcness and open
admiration OF himself. but he consd-
cred her sclf-reprcssion a mark OF ad-
vancomcnt. an evidence OF the reposs
OF manner which she was cultivating.
She was happy. too; he could hear
her occasional laughter and the muir
muir Of her voice az she swung In the
with DIR. Harpc. On his right. he
heard the unceasinE click Of Grand
mother kunkeis needles as they flew
In and out upon the top row of the
woollen stocking that was never done.
II was u pleasing domestic scene and
he opened his eyes iaziiy to enjoy It,
They sought the hammock and their
listlcssness was gradually replaced by
an intcntness OF gaze which became
v stare.
They were getting up. the two In
the hammock. and as DIR. Harpe saun-
tered to tho porch Andy i. Symes
looked At her In u sudden and violent
dislike which he took no pains to con-
Ceal Her hands were showed deep In
her jacket pockets as she staggered
toward him, straight strands Of hair
hung In DISAGREEMENT about her color
loss. immobilc face. while her muddy
hazel eyes became alternately shift
ing or bold as she noted tho intent
ness of his gaxe. No detail Of her
sioveniy appearance, her strange per.
sonaiity. escaped him.
iii be goin', Gus. Good night" DR..
Harpe said shortly. She felt both un.
easy and irritated by tho expression
on his face.
symes watched her swasvsri7s
down the sidewalk to the gate. and
whom II had slammed behind her hS
said sharply:
"I'il be greatly Obliged to you. Au.
gusta. II you viii ask DR.. Harps not
to abbreviate your name. It's vulgar
and I detest It."
Mrs. symss turned and regarded
him cooly for . moment before an.
swering.
81 do not In the least mind what DR..
uarpe calls me-"
"That 10 obvious"-his voice was
harsh-"but do-most emphat ically."
Her eyes flashed defiance.
Then tell her yourself. for aavA
no notion Of doing So" and she stalksd
Tho incident Of the evening brought
70 . head certain plans which long
had been formulating In DIR. Harpe's
mind and the result was q note
which made his lip curl a. no read
and re.read II the next morning with
various shadings Of angry scorn.
My Dear Mr.. symes;
Kindly cali at your earliest conven.
tcnce. and oblige.
Emma Harpe.
Symes had spent . sleepless night
and his mood was savage. Another
defiant interview before leaving the
house had not improved II and now
this communication from DR.. Harps
came a. . climax.
lie closed his desk with slam and
siung his broad -brimmed hat upon
his head. DR.: Harpe. slancins
his stride a. he came down the street.
Her green eyes took on tho CLEAN OF
battle and to doubly fortify herself
che wrenched open her desk drawer
and flled whtskey glass TO the ortm.
When she had drained II without re-
moving II from her lips she drew her
shirtwaiSt sleeve across her mouth to
dry II. In u fashion peculiarly her own.
Hho threw m arm over the chair
hack and toycd with q pencil on her
desk. waiting In this studied pose OF
nonchalancs the arrival Of Symes.
How are you. Mr.. Symes?" She
greeted him careiessly n he opened
tho door, without altering her POSI-
ton.
Good morning." he responded curt.
~. There was no trace OF hts usual
urbanity and he chewed nervOusly
upon tho end OF an unlighted cigar.
"Sit down" She waved him casu-
ally to "a chair. and there was that
In her impudent assurance which
made him shut his teeth hard upon
the mutilated cigar.
Thanks" he said stifhy. and did
a. she babe him.
Light up" she urged. and fumblod
IN n pocket OF her waistGoat for q
match. which she handed him. "Guess
I'll smoke myself II helps me talk,
and that's what we're hero for"
lie had not known that she smoked
and as he WATCHED her roll a cigarette
with tho skill OF much practice the
action flied him with fresh repug-
nance. Through rings OF smoke he
regarded her with coldly Quixzical
eyes while he waited for her to open
the conversation.
i've got proposition to put up
To YOU" she began. "a scheme that
] had In the back OF my head ever