The Detroit times., 1914-01-14

f, the next boat. am spelling for Z
fight Goodby. and take my advice
follow the example OF your namesake
and smite the Philislines another glo
rious blow BY the way, was Goliah
PhilistineF I nave forgotten Al
any rate. your Goliah is very re-
spectacle person called Brown. or Rob
inson. or even Morell. and by his
righteousness shall you know him
And SO farewell
Your affectionate
DIANA CHICHESTER.
"P. 81 have just heard tnat Mr.
Eliot has sent his convert. Rama Pal
to England with some charitable hin
du's money and az Introduction 20
you. Professor Heilig has an idea
and his ideas are usually good-that
our young Christian brother was close
~ connected with last years little eX.
element, or, at any rate, with the
Brahmans who started H. consequently
Mr.. Eliots action IN sending him to
you Is on par with his general in
telligence. Rama Pal will undoubtedly
recognize your wife. and afterward no
one knows what course he may take
On the wh lie. Judging from various IN
dications. ; think might be quite
useful in England, and shortly after
the receipt OF this letter YOU may eX-
pect 10 find me on the door-mat.
have only allowed myself one post
script, but you see II is an important
one
For some time after he had finished
reading Hurst sat quietly gazing into
the fire What nc saw there he him
self did not know, but he was con
ecious thar, out OF the restless chang
ing flames. pictures were struggling TO
form themselves against his will ana
desire Presently he looked mp. The
great oil painting which hung over
the mantelpiece attracted his atten
ton. Until now he had scarcely no
ticed it, \ typical old family portrait,
IL had little enough to recommend II
SELF to any but t,le confirmed ancestor
collector, and hitherto Hurst had
thrust The though, OF his family reso-
lutely out of his life. Through the
dreary years OF his boyhood he lad
listened TO yelled half-conscious com
parsons. and ont OF his suppressed
bitterness had grown up sullen hat
red for those heroes whose glorious
mantle had been flung upon his un-
worthy shoulders lie hated them as
he might havc-hdted living enemies
when he passed through the long hall
lined with their portraits he felt that
they stared at him from their high
places in cold contempt. and like an
outsider. striving To mask his wourd-
ed nothing very heroic. but the face
them by uunoticec.
But tonight ne studied this faded
picture until the sunken colors regain
ed their original brightness and the
face and figure stood out against the
somber unreal background OF poorly
conceived battlefield with all the plas-
tic clearness OF lie The portrait rep
resented a colonel H. the Indian army
of fifty years ago. The quaint uniform,
the stiff uncompromising pose OF the
tall, square-shouldered figure. suggest
ed nothing very heroic, but the face
and held Hursts attention.
Poor craftsman though the artist had
been, he had managed 10 catch
glimpse OF his subjects individuality.
The dark somber features revealed
the man of action. the eyes, the dream
or and the idealist. Thy stared down
at the man by the fireside and grad
ually IL seemed 20 him that they LOST
their expires sion of grave unchanging
condemnation and became alive with
a significance and look OF appeal and
an unsatisfied desire which was pain
fully familiar.
Hurst passed MS hand over his own
eyes-and then remembered. The
memory forced an audible laugh from
his lips. Between the Sir David OF
those brave days and the Sir David
Hurst OF now there was gulf which
no fattering but fancied resem blance
could bridge Hurst sprang impatient
ly to his feet and suddenly became
aware that Sarasvatis eyes had never
left his face.
Your letter has brought you trou-
BILE" she said gravely.
lie shook his head and laughed
again with sincere light-heartedness.
How could II. dear? Nothing that
happens In q world outside my own
can affect me very closely. Would
you like me 10 read the letter to
youp"
might try to read IT myself" she
asked shyly. 81 think II touched her
letter should feel her nearer to me.
He handed her the folded sheets
without answering. Her unaffected at
tachment to the Englishwoman VINO
had befriended her touched him and
drew her closer to him. For there IL
nothing we value so much In those
dear to us as their appreciation OF our
justly. since II is an APP
nreciation OF ourselves and our inner
most needs. Hurst sank back into
his chair and watched his wife as she
read She read slowly. for the Latin
letters had always been stumbling
block In her intellectual progress, and
he knew by her eyes that one or two
sentences were returned TO with an
unsatisfed inquiry. When she had at
AT finished she did not look at him
but nj the portrait above the mantel
niece. There was a moments silence.
then she cane TO him and laid the let
ter grasely in his hand. 1T
who Is this Rama Pal2' she asked.
Tie looked at her. arrested by some
thing new in her expression. a vague
fear such "a hunter sees
In the eyes Of a mind at the approach
Of a hidden danger lnstinctiveiy
Hurst drew his wife closer TO him. AS
always his strength and self-reiiance
grew with her need.
"a Hindu convert" he said quietly.
why are you trembling DO you
think that he could harm yoH here?'
she raised her unfathomable, eyes TO
his, and ne was conscious that she