The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1915-03-19

SO her name was Elsa? He re-
peated Il over and over In his mind.
She continued her exposition.
There are but few. gently born.
They are generous and broadminded.
They could not be mine own people
otherwise. They are all care about
I shun mediocrity az I would the
plague. refuse to permit 1t to touch
me. either with words or with deeds.
The good opinion Of those I love is
dear to me; as for the rest Of the
world" She snapped her fingers to
illustrate how little she cared
Il am a man under a cloud, to be
avoided"
Perhaps that cloud has a silver
lining" with gentle smile. 81 do not
believe you did anything wrong. pre-
meditatedly. All OF US, one time or
another. surrender to wild impulse.
Perhaps in the future there awaits for
me such moment. cannot recollect
the name OF Warrington in cause
celebre." thoughtfully.
He could only gaze at her dumbly.
my name is not Warrington" finding
his voice. God in heaven. what would
happen when she found out what his
name was? But my first name is
Paul"
Paul. | have had my suspicious
that your name was not Warrington.
But tell me nothing more. What good
would it do? did not read that mans
letter. ! merely noted your name and
his. You doubtless knew him some
where in the past
Might there not be danger in your
aindness :, me?"
In what way?'
"A man under a cloud is ofte reck-
less and cespei ate. There is always
an invisible demon calling out to him:
What's the use OF being good? You
are the first woman of your station
who has treated me as a human be-
ing; / do not say as an equal. It's a
heady wine for an abstemious man.
Don't you realize that you are a beau
tiful woman"
She looked up into his eyes quickly,
but she saw nothing there indicating
fiattery, only somber gravity.
Il should be silly to deny it. /
know that had I been a trump, the
colonel would not have snubbed me. !
wonder why 1t is that in life beauty
in woman is always looked upon
with suspicion?"
Envy provokes that"
She resumed her inclination against
the rail again. after Singapore 1t Is
probable that we shall not meet again.
I admit. in my world. could not walk
upon this free and easy ground.
should have to ask about your ante
cedents, what you have done, all about
you, in fact. Then, we should sit in
judgment"
And condemn me, off-hand. That
would be perfectly right"
But / might be one OF the dissent.
ing judges"
THAT is because you are one won.
an in thousand"
mo; l simply have a mind Of my
1t. am not a sheep"
Silence. The lap-lap of the water
the long slow rise and fall, and the
dartling fying-fish apparently claimed
their attention.
But Warrington saw nothing save
the danger. the danger to himself and
to her. At any moment he might fling
his arms around her. without his hav.
ing the power to resist. She called to
him as nothing in the world had called
before. But she trusted him. and be.
cause OF this he resolutely throttled
the recurring desires. She was right
He had scorned what she had termed
as woman's intinct. She had read him
with a degree of accuracy. In the
eyes of God he was a good man, de.
sibly good. He was human enough to
want her, human enough to appreciate
the danger in which she stood of him
Tell me about the man who looks
like me-" His gaze roved out to sea,
to the white islands Of vapor low-lying
in the east. ''In what respect does he
resemble me?"
His hair is yellow, his eyes are
blue, and he smiles the same way you
do"
He felt the lump rise and swell in
his throat.
"If you stood before a mirror you
would see him. But there the re.
semblance ends"
us he a man who does things?" a
note of strained curiosity in his tones
Ten years!
"In what way do you mean?"
Does he work In the world, does he
invent, build, finance?"
Mayhap her eyes deceived her. but
the tan on his face seemed less brown
than yellow.
mo; Mr.. Ellison is a collector OF
paintings, OF rugs, of rare books and
china. He's bit detached. as dream.
ers usually are. He has written a
book of exquisite verses. You