Evening star., 1922-01-29

house he had purchased, under his
alert direction. was making a turn
over equal to that Of any OF Its rivals.
Personally. Fearing was a most de-
sirable catch. He was well-mannered,
wcll-read. Of good appearance, steady
and of impeccable morals.
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ITO FIND that the obstacle in the
path of his true love was man,
greatly relieved Hemingway. He had
feared that what was in the thoughts
of Mrs. Adair was the memory Of her
dead husband.
The presence of living rival in no
way discouraged him. 1t only was
Polly Adair who discouraged him. All
that an Idle young man in love. aided
and abetted by imagination and an
unlimited letter of credit. could do.
Hemingway did. But to no end.
The treasures he dug out of the
baxaars and presented to her as trim
kets he happened at that moment to
find in his pockets were admired by
her at their own very great value.
and returned as having been offered
her only to examine. - = !.
1T is for your sister at home. I
SUPPOSE" she prompted. Its quite
lovely. Thank you for letting me see
it,
Hemingway remarked grimly as he
put a black pearl back into his pocket:
"At this rate. sister, will be mighty
glad to see me when get home. 1t
seems almost a pity I haven't got a
sister,"
The girl answered only with a grave
smile. She admired a polo pony that
had been imported for the stable OF
the boy sultan. But next morning
Hemingway became the owner of it
and proudly rode it to the agency.
Lady Firth and Polly Adair walked
out to meet him arm in arm, but there
came into the eyes Of the secretary a
look that showed Hemingway that.
before it had been proffered his gift
horse had been rejected. He acted
promptly.
Lady FIRTH" he said, you've been
SO awfully kind to me-made this place
so like home to me-that I want you
to put this mare in your stable"
Lady Firth had no scruplss, In five
minutes she had accepted. had clapped
a saddle on her rich gift. and was
cantering joyously down the Pearl
road.
Polly Adair looked after her with
an expression that was distinctly
wistful. Hemingway said:
I'm glad you are sorry. hope
every time you see that pony you'll
be sorry, because you have been un-
kind"
"But you know perfectly WELL" she
smiled at him reassuringly. that the
reason I do not take your wonderful
gifts isn't because I don't want them;
but it's because I don't deserve them,
because can give you nothing in re-
turn
"As the copy-book says" returned
Hemingway. 1.-The pleasure is in the
giving And to pretend that you give
me nothing. that is ridiculous. Why,
every minute you give me something"
he exclaimed. "Just to see you, just
to know you are alive. just to be GER
when the world wakes up again you
will still be a part of it--that Is what
you give me. And its name is-Hap-
piness"
Her eyes were filled with sudden
tears, and so wonderful was the light
in them that for one mad moment
Hemingway thought they were tears
Of happiness. But the light died, and
he saw, to his dismay, that she was
most miserable.
The girl moved ahead Of him to the
cliff which overhunE the harbor and
the Indian ocean. Her eyes were filled
with trouble.
Il am glad you told me-" she said.
Il have been afraid 1t was coming. I
tried to stop you. was rude and
unkind-'
"VoU certainly were" Hemingway
agreed cheerfully. And the
more you would have nothing to do
with me, the more I admired you.
And then I learned to love you. 1t
seems now as though had always
known and always loved you. And
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