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ates in the far. south would have

ter with d slavish devotion. bu
Noel knew how the Indian woul,
have answered it. He knew how
Milo Valdez would havve laughed
or Gil Granados. Yet there wal
the House OF the Little Shoes
Why was he here now in this posi-
ton except because this dancing
girl vaguely resembled the child
who had walked across his heart
Ii memory was sentimeidality
perhaps
| Only once. he said dryiy,
quite careless Of her understand
ing him.
That is enough, she retained
her voice coming todly across the
distant music. Yes. | will play
for You; some time.
/ In that oblique way he re-
ceiyed al once his pardon and his
PERMISSION TO come at some fu-
i turc day 10 the home of Easili
Arloff. For the moment, it was
much.
THANK you he accepted
both.
He lay still for a time, listening
to The sounds that indicated she
was engaged in some bit of sew
ing. How much might he say
now, he debated? How long must
he wait? There was his own work
TO be done, Already Ire had lin
gered too long in this country he
must return. He would delight
in returning only, he must take.
his wife with him. Yes, he would
take this girl home to his villa;
take her and hers.
He fell to thinking of Vasili
Arloff, of all the dazzling career.
sunk to an invalid's chair. and
dependency upon a young girl's
labor and the support of an old
man. This was the Vasili whose
furred coat the little David had
envied- And yet, how much still
remained with him, eyevn with
his shattered intellect; as the
ruins of palace are more impos-
ing in their majesty than the
whole completeness of an ordi-
mary building. TO follow Vasili's
discourse was indeed like wan
dering through the broken ar
cades, the lofty, frescoed halls
whose brilliancy fingered amid
destruction, as a once royal house
of thought. 1t was as if he and
David Noel had passed on the
stairs of life, one going down as
the other toiled up, but where
between those two travellers did
Rosalind Arloff stand? Surely
on some steady point to which,
giving a hand to each, she might I
draw the two men to stand with
her. Noel, in his darkness, and
still confused by his illness, fan
cied he saw her as he had seen her
so many mornings, not posed
aloft on the shining peak like
Constance, but dancing along the
common road; a way made beau
tiful by her passing And he had
affronted, insulted her!
Street boy" he murmured
bitterly.
You spoke, Mr.. Noel9" she
asked.
No. listened to the mus
ic,' he seized the nearest pretext.
And [! What does he play of,
for you9 What does he make you
sect"
II am afraid I am stupid he
deprecated. ST am not used toll
that game. What does he make
you saa, may I ask?"
The laughter crept into her
voice again.
II forget, = she apologized.
0You see, we have always played
like that, my father and Abel andl
I, played together little game.
What does he make me see, you
ask !; A Dutch garden, / think.
Rows Of tulips like painted silk,
or china cups holding perfume In
stead Of tea, and breeze that |
bends them this way or that. And
then, girl creature who runs
drinking from each cup as a hum
ming bird sips and flies; a girl |
in painted silks as bright as the
tulips in the sun. And therein thel
sun among the tulips, she dances
and dances until Abel ceases
playing
You saw all that9n amazed.
s Perhaps, or dreamed I saw
it!'
"You saw yourself, 4 he said |
slowly. Yes, that is how you
would look dancing in the sun
But not in . Holland garden.
Rather in one richer, where there
are fountains with lilies''
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