Evening star., 1915-04-11
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR APRIL IL. 1915

fore he was dead He wanted to know
everything | did too. knew so little:
only what Aunt Sarah was willing for me
to know. Your father really opened my
eyes. He made me see the possibilities of
life-and of every human soul He forced
me to see that | was an individual. with IA
place in the world, part of definite
scheme. And he showed me how Interest,"
ing and plausible other people are
Thomas cast about wildly for an ade-
quate reply, and found none. Truly the
governor had been all things to all men
or else his admonitory observations to
him in particular had been as good seed
sown in barren ground. This Godva
Heath had apparently been hungry and
receptive soil. But-"freclled, near
sighted, a most ordinary person." Bill
Pelham had either mistaken the girl of his
description for someone else or was de-
liberately making fool of Barrow for his
own amusement. 1t wasn't like Bill to do
that. Whatever his failings, and they
covered no small majority, Bill had al
ways possessed more or less loyalty, also
verisimilitude.
Barrow was puzzled. He looked tmid-
ly at Miss Heath. He saw that she was
tall and beautifully formed. graceful as
cosmos swaying in the wind. that her skin
was clear and white. her hair entrancingly
dark, her mouth proud scarlet line. The
little Godiva in the scant frock snatching
frightened at her scattering self-possesson
failed to fit into the personality of the
young woman opposite him. Her exquis-
lite poise, it's hint of self-reliance tempered
with the warmth of utter feminism, her
subtle, rather wonderful smile, indeed the
charm of her whole controlled, magnetic
individuality, suggested thorough wo-
man of the world. Yet back of it all, like
violets budding in snow, was an indefn-
able intimation of passion which. should
occasion arise vital enough to call it to the
surface, would sweep her off her feet.
This tangible forecast of possibilities in
woman always attracts. Every man who
encounters it fancies that his is the hand
to stray along the waiting molian harp of
her soul and waken it to life.
I SUPPOSE Father was an interesting
person." Thomas admitted seriously.
"Fm such duffer never recognize an in
teresting person till somebody else points
him out. And | wasn't big enough to un-
derstand him. I'm just one of the tea
drinking, card-playing, tangoing loafers
that infest most places, he explained in
a sudden burst of confidence. and feeling
appallingly truthful under the gaze of
those steady, appraising eyes He added
gloomily, Il never did worth while thing
in my life-perhaps never shall. l sup
pose the governor recognized the fact.
"Yes, said Miss Heath briefly, she did.
dts an injustice to be born rich, Bar
row warmed to his grievance; "for you
see in that case ones life is all cut out for
him beforehand, like frock at the seam
stress's. His set, his friends, his amuSe-
ments, even his charities, are all arranged
for him before his birth. His life's ready
made; sort of social foreordination. you
might say
But don't you think" Miss Heath
leaned forward and her eyes met his
squarely, that he might alter the pat
tern? Doesn't it admit slavishness of
mind, a certain lack of individuality, to
follow blindly the leading of circumstance?
One can make himself over, you know. |
did"
"What?" echoed Tom blunty. He sat