The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-09-28

suavely, "as to the nature OF your oc.
cupation What commodities do you
turn out? What tools and material do
you require"
Paper aud ink. she laughed. And,
Oh also a typewriter,
You are Maud brewster" said
slowly and with certainty. almost as
though ! were charging her with a
crime.
Her eyes lifted c]uriously TO mine
How do YOU know"
Aren't YOU" | demanded.
She acknowledged her identity with
a nod. II was Wolf Larscn's turn to
be puzzled. The name and It's magic
signiicd nothing To him was proud
that II did mean something TO me. and
for the first time in a weary while I
was conyincingly conscious OF a su.
periority over him.
Il remember writing a review OF a
thin little volume" had begun
carelessly. when she interrupted me
YOU" she cried. You are"
She vas now staring at me in wide
eyed wonder.
! me- ied my identity in turn.
Humphrey Van Weyden.' she con.
cluded; then added with a sigh OF re.
lief, and unaware that she had glanced
that relief At Wolf Larsen. Il ar 80
glad"
II remember the review" she went
on hastily. becoming aware OF the
HUkwardness OF her remark that too.
TOO fattcring review"
Not at all" | denied ~yaliantly. You
impeaCh my sober judgment and make
my Canou OF little worth. BESIDES,
all my brother critics were with me.
Didn't Lang include your Kiss En-.
durcd among the -four supreme son.
nets by women in the English Ian.
guage?"
You are very kind. | am sure" she
murmured and the very convention.
Atty OF her tones and words, with the
host OF associations II aroused OF the
old life on the other side OF the world.
gave me a quick thrill-rich with re.
membrancc hut singing sharp with
homesickncss.
And you are Humphrey Van Wey.
den" she said, gazing back at me with
equal solemnity and awe. How un.
usual! | don't understand. We sure.
ly are not to expect some wildly 70.
mantle sea story from your sober
PEN"
NO. ! am not gathering material, |
assure you was my answer. II have
neither aptitude nor inclination for
fiction"
Tell me. why have YOU always
buried yourself in California" she
next asked. 1t has not been kind OF
you. We OF the East have seen so
very little Of you-too little, indeed,
OF the Dean of American Letters. the
Second"
| bowed 10. and disclaimed, the com.
pliment. Il nearly met you. once. in
Philadelphia. some Browning AFFAIR or
other-yOu were TO lecture. you know.
My train n four hours late"
And then we quite forgot where we
were, leaving Wolf Larsen stranded
and silent in tie midst OF our food
Of gossip The hunters left the table
and went on deck. and still we talked.
Wolf Larsen alone remained. Sudden.
~ | became aware OF him, leaning
back from the table and listening ca.
riously 10 our alien speech OF a world
he did not know.
! broke short on in the middle OF q
sentence The present. with all its
perils and anXieties. rushed upon me
with stunning force, II smote Miss
Brewster likewise. "A vague and name.
less terror rushing into her eyes as
she regarded Wolf Larsen.
He rose TO his feet and laughed awk.
wardly. The sound OF II was metallic.
'Oh, don't mind me-" he said, with
a self.depreciatory wave Of his hand,
Il don't count. Go on, go on, pray
you"
But the gates Of speech were closed.
and We, too, rose from the table and
laughed awkwardly,