Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-04-14
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1t was Alix that discovered Alan as
the Elenic steamed slowly down the
Solent. He was already comfortably
established in his chair with small
pile of fiction beside him.
She paused before she approached
him. Alan had always interested her.
Alix had thought of him heretofore
as a modern exquisite subject to atavic
fits that, in times past, had led him
into more than one barbarous esca-
pade Now in London she had by chance
heard things of him that forced her to
reimbursement of her estimate. In six
months Alan had turned himself into
mystery.
Well" she said, coming up behind
him. how are your"
Alan turned his head slowly and
then threw off his rugs and sprang
to his feet.
"The sky is clear" he said, where
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ured her She was ravishing in a fur
toque and coat which had yet to re-
ceive their baptism of import duty.
oh" said Alix, my presence is
humdrum. Just the usual returning
from six weeks abroad. But you! You
come from the haunts of wild beasts
and from all accounts you have been
one"
"Been one! From all accountsw ex-
claimed Alan, a puzzled frown on his
face. Just what do you mean"
They started walking. 81 meant that
even in Africa one can't hide from Pic
cadilly. In Piccadilly you are already
known. Not as Mr.. Alan Wayne,
New York social satellite, but as a
whirlwind in shirt sleeves. Ten Per
cent Wayne, in short" She looked
at him with teasing archness. She
could see that he was worried.
Satellite is rather rough" remarked
Alan. 81 never was that"
"All bachelors are satellites in the
nature of things-satellites to other
mems wives"
"Have you vacancy" said Alan.
They both knew they were embark
ing upon a dangerous game, but Alix
played it often. No pretty woman
takes her European degree without
| ample occasion for practice and Alix
had been through the European mill.
She threw out her daintily shod feet
as she walked. She was full Of life.
She felt like skipping. The light OF
battle danced merrily in her eyes. She
made no other reply.
81 met lots of people we both know"
she said, at last.
(Which one of them passed on the
news that had taken to the ways Of
a wild beast?"
"Oh, that was the Honorable Percy.
I only caught a few words. He was
telling about q man known as Ten
Percent Wayne and the only time he'd
ever seen the shirt-sleeve policy work
with natives. When | learned it was
Africa, linked up with you at once
and screamed and he turned to me and
said, You know Mr. Wayne? But
| just then Lady Merle signaled the re-
! treat, and when the men came out
somebody else snaffled Collingeford be-
fore l got a chance"
ooh, Collingeford," said Alan. 81
remember" He frowned and was ST.
lent.
"Aian," said Alix after a moment,
"let me warn you. I see a new ten
dency in you but before it goes
any further than tendency let
me tell you that thoughtful
man is a most awful bore. When
l caught sight of you l thought, What
a delightful little party but If you're
going to be pensive there are others"
Alan glanced at her. "Allx," he
said, mimicking her tone, 81 see in you
! the markings of an altogether charming
woman. I'm not speaking of the
painstaking veneer-I suppose you
need that in your walk of life-hut
what's under it. There may be others,
as you say. Pretty women have taken
| to wearing men for bangles. But don't
you make a mistake. I'm not ban
gle. I've just come from the unclothed
world of real things. To me a man is
| just man and, what's more. woman
is just a woman"
"How un-American." said AK.
"It's more than that" said Alan,
its pre-American."
Alix was thoughtful in her turn.
Alan caught her by the arm and turned
her toward the west. A yawl was just