The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1924-09-18
Chapter vi

MYRTLE was suddenly tired. Shit
seated herself upon the trunk Of tret
and Christopher followed her example
Below them stretched the motley pan
Drama Of Monte Carlo, the wide bay
and the glittering sea.
DO you know" she said, that
have not seen Monsieur Gerald fol
three days?"
"He has been busy" Christopher an
swered shortly. HE plays golf and
sister take up a good deal Of his time"
"You always find time to come and
see me every morning." she said. BE
sides-it was not his sister with WHOM
I saw him motoring yesterday"
Christopher braced himself for an
effort.
MYRTLE" he began. ''you know that
am fond of you"
"You have been very kind" she an
swered listlessly.
Because | want TO be kind. / am
going to say things that may sound
harsh" he went on. "You are very
foolish girl to waste your time think
Ing and dreamins of Gerald. You
should only let your thoughts dwell
upon one man continually when there
Is some chance in the end that that
man may become your husband"
Her listlessness passed. She settled
down to the subject seriously.
"But. Monsieur Christopher"
Christopher leaned over and laid his
hand upon hers.
MYRTLE dear, will you listen to mer
he begged. "Look at me for a mo-
ment I am twenty-six years old. I
have lived in cities as well as the
country. In London am what you
call an avocat. / have to use my
brains every day. have to understand
my fellow creatures. Will you get that
into your head"
'Tt is not difficult" she assured him,
with little smile. 81 think you are
very clever, and You know many,
many things"
"And as for you, MYRTLE" Christie
pher went on. "when one thinks OF
your upbringing, it is amazing to real
ize how much you have read, how
much you know. But listen to mo.
Nothing that one reads can teach one
what life is like. You spent many
hours wondering what was at the end
Of the road. You think now, because
you have passed over the hill, that You
are there. My dear. you are not even
at the beginning of the way"
She plucked some grasses and
twined them round her fingers.
"GO on" she whispered.
"What you see here is not life. II
Il not even very wonderful reflection
Of 1t. Mostly II is little company OF
pleasure seekers, come to cast aside
for time the serious side Of life and
gamble with their pleasures a. they
do with their money"
But some must be In earnest" N.Y..
tile protested,
zone of them who is not In earnest
Is Gerald, and I tell you 50. although
Gerald is my friend Christopher said.
HE is here to amuse himself, and ~
would prefer to amuse himself with
ont giving anyone else pain. II that u
impossible. however he is sufficiently
reckless not to count the cost where
the other person Is concerned"
She drew a little away.
"That does not sound like the
speech of friend" she reminded him
reproachfully.
sBut / can assure that I am his
friend, although candid one" Chris
TOPPER declared. "All that have said
to you, / have said to him. and great
deal more You will let me finishf
She made no reply. Her eyes were
fixed upon the exact spot where the
sea seemed to melt into the clouds.
The grace Of her slim body lent
beauty even to the bunch Of her
shoulders.
"You are like q child who has been
let out Of dark ROOM" Christopher