Evening star., 1922-12-23

Critically she surveyed him.
You don't look so specially
muddy
NO: What do | look like--to you?'
he asked. Il caressing note in his
voice.
Very proud, very passionate, very
strong. and as if you could be cruel"
Then l can't look very attrac-
hive" he said. smiling slightly.
Being proud is all right. so long as
II makes you too proud to do mean
things.
''And what about the passionate"
cuses for me.
Il don't know anything about it
We'll. what about my being
strong them
Il don't like men unless they are"
And the crieity''
81 hate it
Life sometimes combines to make
people cruel who otherwise might not
be-" he remarked. as if unaccustomed
to finding excuses for himself You
can't judge person fairly until you
know all that has gone to form their
character.
Pansy patt-d her gaunt steed
Il know that she said. that's
why | stuck to The Sultan when my
friends tried to persuade me to have
that | don't know. These marks tell
me that"
She pointed to the various old scars
on the animal.
Now you shall see what The Sui
!, tan can do" she went on. III race
you to the farm over there. where
!! breakfast is waiting" she finished.
pointing to Il green patch away IN the
distance.
A touch of her spurless heel sent
1.-The gaunt beast flying along the dusty,
deserted road, in a long. looping gal.op
that grew more and more rapid..eEg
on by the sound of another horse
persistcntly at his heels.
Pansy had not expected that her
escort would be able to keep up with
her. No horse she had met could
keep pace with her protegc. At the
end of a half u mile she had been pre-
pared tV rein up and wait for lie
Breton.
But at the end OF a mile he was u
length behind her. And at the end of
TWO he was there just the sam"-
I'ansy tired before either the man
or the horses.
ON She painted. as lie Breton
drew up beside her. 81 wasn't trained
as n jockey"
You didn't get away from me quite
so easily as You expected, he re-
marked with curious emphasis.
Il didn't know there wa . horse m
the Islands to touch the sultan, IN
spite vi his years
This horse I'm on has won several
races in Paris. And you challenged
me. PanSy, without rauSIng I" con
slider what Nou might be let in tor.
he said watching her in a fierce.
fond manner.
u always leap before | look. Its
my bescttiEE sir she replied.
Then she pointed I" a SIDE track
leading 10 a low building. half white
washed mud half timber.
That's the way to my iarn'. sht
said "Rut I don't knuW tnat M!
breakfast will appeal to mIiiioHitifes
Don't thrust that down my throat
just now he answered want l"
see life from your point of view.
The farm they were approaching was
a tiny place. with Il spreading garden
where orange and fig trees grew In
enc corner Il little summer house stood
wreathcd with red roses that CAV"
wide view cf the island and glimpse
OF the sea.
Evidently Pansy was expected.
coarse white cloth was spread on the
table in the summer house. aud u was
set with thick crockery ana leadth-
looking forks and spoons
Leaving Lee Breton to attend to the
horses. she made. her way to the tiny
homestead. to announce her pr@scnc"
ana TIL. fact of Il guest
Then she passed OF toward the
summer house.
Tossing her hat on II seat, she sat
with the light giinting on her golden
Curls her elbows on the table, watch
ing the scene dreamily, IN Il frame OF
red roses.
This vision Of her greeted lie Bre-
ton as he turned the corner bringing
a hungry CLINT to his eyes.
Breakfast proved Il simple repast.
There was a thick jug fun of coffee.
another of milk. u large ame!et. a dish
of fruit rolls, butter and honey.
Now" she said when il was set
before them. how do YOU like your
coffee?
"As it should be according to the
orientals-black as sin, hot as hell
sweet :S-lOVe. he finished, lingering
over the word.
She. poured his out. and handed il
70 him. black as he desired.
Il can get on very we'll without
either the sin or the love. she re-
marked as She helped herself 70 Il cup
that was mostly milk. and with no
sugar in II.
Il thought all girls liked sweet
things and lived for love- ne said as
lie set about serving the onelet.
There's lot more in life for wom-
ell nowadays than love.
Being in love is a woman's normal
condition" he said In a forcibIe dog
matte manner.
Pansy smiled.
81 always thought YOU had come out
Of the Ark. and now I'm sure OF IL.
You've got such antiquated, early
Victorian ideas about women. They
mustn't wear knickers. They must
always be yearning after some mere
male. Very flattering. to him, I'm
sure" she finished, wrinkling dis
dainful nose.
lie Breton's gaze rested on the
vivid. beautiful little face. with the
full. perfect, generous mouth. telling
of an unselfish disinterested nature
that would love swiftly and deeply.
Iay-
love before you know it, he COM
T.i"utrd.
$50 other people have said. And it
makes me horribly nervous at times.
Like q blind man walking on. the edge
of Il precil ice.
$50 long as YOU fell in love with a
man who could appreciate you, IL
would be all right-a man sufficiently
versed in women to know you have
qualities beyond your beauty to
recommend you
With some surprise pansy glanced
1T him.
A soft heart lay beneath her light
manner. Quite half her income was
spent for the benefit of others. She
wondered how he knew about these
acquaintance. And she wondered. TOO.
why she was sitting there discussing
love with him; a subject she never
would let any man approach, if 1t
could be avoided. She put it down
to the fact that her identity was un-
to him freely, knowing her millions
were no temptation.
''One thing" she said mischievously.
money viii! never attract me. I've
TO expensive tastes. I like views and
flowers and sunsets. Moons and stars
and seas and sago pudding. Horses