The spectator., 1920-07-02

That new psychopath. Must go." He nodded to his wife as he stepped back into the car. Excuse me to Mir. Clin- ton, my dear. l shall return In time for dinner"
 Mrs. Kirkland smiled at her guest as the car glided away. "The time of specialist Is little more his own than that of an old-fashioned family doc tor" she said. My husband Is an alienlst." She turned to the house. maid. "Is Miss Ellen at h1me?"
 "Yes, ma'am. She came back half an hour ago"
 "Tell cook Mir. Clinton is to dine witb us."
 The little maid fitted up the lawn and into the house. Mrs. Kirkland and the guest sauntered after her. The west fronting of the porch afforded an across-town view of the snowy range. now haloed with n magnificent sunset. The traveller paused in the porch, mid | way between the steps and the door. | What a viewI" he exclaimed.
 "You enjoy it?" the lady was quick l to catch him up. Then, If l may ask you to excuse me for few moments. | I shall leave you out here in the | porch"
 He sprang to open the screen door | for her. But the moment she had gone Inside he went across to the porch wall and stood gazing at the sunset. forget. full of all else than the gold and scar. let and red that streamed up through the fleecy clouds above the indigo mountains and white peaks into the azure sky.
 | Around the corner of the house strolled q tall. fair-haired girl. carry ing in one hand novel and in the other fan. The fiery splendor of the sunset caught Asr gaze and held it while she passed the corner and mount ed the end steps of the porch.
 At first sight of the unconscious traveller she straightened with an im- pulse of maidenly reserve. This was instantly succeeded by amazement as her eyes rested on the mans strong profile. She stopped, transfixed, gag ing at the traveller us If dazed. She had the look of one unable to believe some great good fortune.
 The traveller was so absorbed in his enjoyment of the view that he failed to heed the girls light tread on the cement floor of the porch. She was l almost within arms length of him when her joyful eagerness forced from her half-parted lips breathless little cry "Will dear!"
 The young man faced about with start, and stared at the girl in blank surprise. He saw beautiful, blushing face, pair of gray eyes aglow with love, a shapely mouth curved in a ten der smile. As his hand went automat- ically to his cap she half raised her arms as if she expected him 70 em- brace her.
 Dear Will!" she repeated.
 He hurriedly gave back a step. "l- 1 beg your pardon. Clinton Is my name-Richard Clinton"
 "O-a-ah" she exclaimed, shrinking back in turn, perpiexed and alarmed at his strange behavior "What-how- the way you look at mel Can 1t be possible that your loss of memory-' She clasped her hands to her bosom. But it can't be It can't You never could forget me, never! Say it! Say you haven't - baven't forgotten me, Willw
 But I-don't understand. It's some mistake. A case of"
 Tt is, of course 1t is" she broke in. You admit 1t. Your poor dear head was at first confused. But now-now you remember mel"
 "I am very sorry to disappoint you." he replied. But l cannot permit you to deceive yourself. l do not remem- Der you. l can only conjecture that you may be Miss Kirkland"
 "Then you do remember, you dol" she cried.
 She had come close to him, her eyes bright with hope. They were In se- cluded corner of the porch. There were no houses across the street and no one was passing. She reached up her hands and clasped them on his shoulders while her eyes gazed up into his. full of loving expectancy.
 His face. already embarrassed, flushed crimson. He drew her quiver- ing hands down from his shoulders with gentle force and stepped away.