Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1915-04-24

And again there were the wild. riot
Gus airs that she had played with Few
erelli. her soft-eyed music masteri Ac-
cursed airs-accursed and accusing,
He gave orders that these airs were
not to be played, but failed to make
his command convincing for the rea-
son that he could not bring himself to
the point of explaining why they were
distasteful to him When Frederic
thoughtlessly whistled or hummed
fragments of those prescribed airs. he
considered himself justified in COM
handing him to stop on the pretext
| that they were disturbin but he could
not use the same excuse for checking
the song on the lips of his gay and i'm
pulsive wife Sometimes he wondered
why she persisted when she knew that
he was annoyed. Her airy little apollo
gies for her forgetfulness were of no
consequence, for within the hour her
memory was almost sure to be at fault
again.
rs there anything wrong with my
hair, Mr.. Brood?" asked Lydia. with a
nervous little laugh.
They were in the study and it was
ten o'clock of a wet night in April. OF
late, he had required her to spend the
evenings with him in a strenuous ef-
fort to complete the final chapters of
the journal He had declared his in
| tention to go abroad with his wife as
soon as the manuscript was completed.
Lydia's willingness to devote the extra
hours to his enterprise would have
| pleased him vastly if he had not been
afflicted by the same sense of unrest
| and uneasiness that made incessant
labor a boon to her as well as to him.
Her query followed a long period of
silence on his part He had been sug-
| costing alterations in her notes as she
read them to him, and there were fire.
quent luIls when she made the changes
as directed. Without looking at him.
she felt rather than knew that he was
regarding her fixedly from his position
opposite. The scrutiny was disturb
| ing to her.
Brood started guiltily. Your hair?"
| he exclaimed. "Oh, 1 see- You women
always feel that something is wrong
| with it. 1 was thinking of something
else, however. Forgive my stupidity.
We can't afford to waste time in think
ing, you know. and 1 am a pretty bad
offender. It's nearly half-past ten.
We've been hard at it since eight
O'Clock. Time to knock off, 1 will
walk around to your apartment with
/ you, my dear. 1t looks like an all
night rain"
He went up to the window and
pulled the curtains aside. Her eyes
| followed him
He was staring down into the court
his fingers grasping the curtains in a
rigid grip. He did not reply. There
was a light in the windows opening
out upon Yvonne's balcony
Il fancy Frederic has come in from
the concert" he said slowly. He will
take you home, Lydia You'd like that
better. eh?"
He turned toward her and she
paused in the nervous collecting of heI
papers His eyes were as hard as steel
his lips were set
please don't ask Frederic to" she
began hurriedly.
They must have left early" he
muttered, CHANGING at his watch Re
turning to the table he struck the big
melodious gong a couple of sharI
blows. For the first time in her recol
lection, it sounded a jangling. discord
ant note, as of impatience- Ranjab ap
I D6aT6Q IN lD6 QOOIWdL- nave MIS-
Brood and Mr. Frederic returned, Ran
jab2"
Yes, sahib- At ten o'clock"
IF Mr. Frederic is in his room sens
. him to me-"
He is not in his room. sahib-"
The two, master and man. looked a
each other steadily for a moment
Something passed between them
Tell him that Miss Desmond Il
. ready to go home
, Yes, sahib-' The curtain fell
, I 4 prefer to go home alone, MI
, Brood said Lydia. her eyes flashing
: why did you send"
{ And why notz" he demanded harsh
, 1y- She WINGED and he was at one
sorry. Forgive me- 1 am tired an,
? Ia bit nervous And you too are tired
: You've been working too steadily a
: this miserable job. my dear child
; Thank heaven, 1t will soon be owe,
, Pray sit down. Frederic viii soon b
! here
r Ct am not tired she protested stub
9 bornly- 4 love the work You dom
r know how proud I shall be when i