Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-11-29

almost spontaneous, the thoughts come I'M
hidden"
Her eyes were travelling over the glowing
carpet of color, across the treetops of the
park to the dim blue of the hills. "You
never told me that your home was so beau
tiful,' she murmured.
II wanted you to come and see it for
yourself he replied "You see, one is
never sure what the place one cares for
most in the world will seem like to anybody
else l do hope that you, and your sister
too, will enjoy this little holiday
do you think there could be any doubt
about it?' she asked him, smiling. at was
SO nice of you to invite Mary. | want to
have her grow up fond of the country and
country ways"
dear to me as Annerley, he said. 3At the
same time one has to remember that life is
leaven of many things. We mustn't be
too bucolic. What should we do without
the inspiration of the great cities?'
ooh, | realize that" she answered softly.
II know it. feel that little thrill of excite
ment every time | enter London. In
lesser degree l feel it every time 1 enter
the theater It's all wonderful, of course,
and while it lasts it's ehgrossing enough.
Yet there is always the reverse side, and
the reverse side IS horrible.
as it my fancy" he asked, cor have you
come down today little depressed"
She hesitated. a started all right she
child who has wonderful holiday before it."
He looked down into her face, frowning
slightly for a moment. Il can't help fear
ing" he said, "that something has annoyed
you. Forgive me, Miss Cluley-forgive me,
Sybi1, won't you, if l ask you a rather inn
pertinent question? Lakenham is my cous-
in, of course, and believe decent fellow
in general sort of way; but l know also
that he can be an unmannerly brute on oc-
casions. He didn't annoy you, by any
chance, on the way here?'
@Not in the least she answered. NHe
talked to Mary most of the time
"You don't happen to have any preju--
dice against him, to have met him or heard
of him before-to have met him yourself, l
mean?'
Sybil stopped down and picked a spray
of lavender, which she arranged in the
bosom of her gown. u have never met so
exalted a parsonage as Marquis before in
my life" she declared. "As told you, l
have heard something that has perhaps
prejudiced me; but apart from that l do
not like him. 1t is sort of instinct, | sup
pose. 1 am afraid of him. He reminds me
OF certain type OF man, and that type OF
man recalls short part of my life that
makes me hysterical when l even think of
it. That is ALL 1t is very foolish of me.
Let us for these few minutes, at any rate,
sweep him away, up into the clouds or down
under the earth. 1t isn't worth while let
ting the thought of him poison this perfect
afternoon. l think that your gardens are
the loveliest | have ever seen. And are
those really peaches on the WALSH
He picked one and gave it to her. She
ate it with little murmur of delight.
Fancy having all these things growing in
stead of seeing them only in the restaurants
she exclaimed. "How Mary will enjoy this!'
We'll have regular tour of inspection
in the morning." he promised; @but this
first half-hour l wanted to spend with you
alone. Come little farther still, Sybil.7
HE opened a green postern gate, studded
IL with nails and set into the ancient wall,
and they passed through it into a corner of
the park. A little farther on was thickly
growing plantation, an arm stretched out
from the belt of forest behind the house.
He opened the gate, and they passed inside.
The rabbits scurried away at their feet, the
trees overhead grew so thick that only little
1f jaI