The Washington times., 1917-10-07
FART oNE-(Continued)

EAnE ONE@tOOnunucol
t Err MOTHER has spoken to
IL me about IL, and we have
decided that am to lock the
door OF our room every night.
Mrs. Westenra has got an idea that
slsep-walkers Away go out on roofs or
houses and along the edges OF cliffs. and
then get suddenly Weakened and fall over
with a despalrIng cry that echoes all
over the place. Poor dear. she IL naturally
anxious about Lucy. and she tells me
that her husband, Lucy's father, had the
same habit: that he would get up In the
night and dress himself and go out. II
he were not stopped. Lucy Is TO be mar
ried In the autumn, and she Is already
planning out her dresses and how her
house is to be arranged 1 sympathise
with her. for do the same. only iona
than and / will start in life in a very
simple way, and shall have to try to
make both ends meet Mr.. Holmwood-
he Is the Hon Arthur HOLLYWOOD. only
son OF Lord Godalming-is coming up
here very shortly-as soon as he can
leave town. for his father Is not very
well. and think dear Lucy Is counting
the moments till he comes. She wants
to take him up to the seat on the church
yard cliff and show him the beauty Of
L ACo@y ~ - A4C NoANALo
which disturbs her; she win be AL right
when he arrives
q July.-No news from Jonathan /
am getting quite uneasy about him,
though why / should 1 do not know;
but 1 do wish that he would write. II It
were only a single line Lucy walks
moro than ever. and each night I am
awakened by her moving about the
room Fortunately. the weather Is 30
hot that she cannot get cold: but stfll
the anxiety and the perpetually being
wakened is beginning to tell on me, and l
am getting nervous and wakeful myself
Thank God. Lucy's health keeps up Mr..
Holmwood has been suddenly called to
Ring TO see his father, who has been
taken seriously Ill Lncy frets at the
postponement Of seeing him, but 1t does
not touch her looks: she Is q trine
stouter, and her cheeks are lovely rose
pink. She has lost that anRmic look
which she had. pray It will all last
August-Another week gone, and no
news from Jonathan, not even to Mr..
Hawkins, from whom have heard oh.
1 do hope he is not i'll He surely would
have written. look at that last letter
Of his, but somehow It does not satisfy
me. It does not read like him. and yet
II is his writing. There Is no mistake
her sleep the last week. but there Is an
odd concentration about her which
do not understand; even in her sleep
she seems to be watching me- She tries
the door, and finding 1t locked, goes
about the room searching for the key.
August-Another three days, and no
news. This suspense is getting dreadful
II I only knew where to write to or
where to go. should feel easier; but no
one has heard a word OF Jonathan since
that last letter. l must only pray
to. God for patience Lucy Is more
excitable than ever, but Is otherwise
we'll. Last night was very threaten
ing, and the fishermen say that we
are in for a storm I must try to
watch it and learn the weather signs.
Today is a gray day, and the sun as
| write Is hidden in thick clouds, high
over Kettleness. Everything Is gray
except the green grass, which seems
like emerald amongst 1t; gray earthy
rock; gray clouds, tinged with the
sunburst at the far edge, hang over
the gray sea, into which the sand
points stretch like gray fingers.
The sea is tumbling in over the
shadows and the sandy fats with
roar, muffied in the sea-mists drifting
inland. The horizon is lost in gray
mist. All Is vastness: the clouds are
piled up like giant rocks, and there
is a "brooI" over the sea that sounds
like some presage OF doom. Dark ng-
ures are on the beach here and there,