Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-03-02

furious squat of sleet, and Hilary
had been trying to make conversation
by questioning her about her life at
the convent. All at once she said:
please don't worry to talk to me.
l never mind being alone, and / know
YOU would like to write on your book
That would make me
happy 1 mean it will
make me really happy to think you
will never have me on your NINA
That you can work hours
and hours and know that l am quite
contented to be alone -,
ing her faint smile at him :.
That's one of my queernesses that
ought to suit you
1t did suit him; as has been said, it
suited him so perfectly that ne came
near kissing her in his gratitude. He
was through two-thirds of his book,
and had sketched out the more I'M
portant chapters of the last part.
Days like this, when he was Kept
below by bad weather, were ideal Tor
working. he paid her the compliment
of believing in her sincerity, and
taking her at her word.
When he went to look for her f1Ve
hours later he stopped in the door OF
the reading room, charmed by her
strange vet wonderfully graceful
antics.
There was no one else in the room,
! almost all the passengers having kept
! their cabins since the first DAY OUT
and Celia thinking herself unobserVed'
was Juggling three oranges with the
| skill of a practiced acrobat.
.The movement of the steamer,
which was both rolling and pitching
in a heavy cross sea, forced her TO
swing herself into all sorts of fantas-
tic noses in order to keep her balance
and the three golden balls tossing.
AS she caught sight of Hilary
watching her she stopped snort, ana
two of the oranges were rolling about
the floor.
II had to have some exercise" she
explained, little breathlessly' coming
up to him.
Won taught to work with your hands"
replied Hilary as he helped her re-
trieye the wildly rolling oranges.
..What YOU have taught them to do
Yourself is remarkable. I'm sure you
could command high salary as a
| iugeler." he ended, laughing and
! handing her back the orange he had
raked out from under an easy chair.
Yes. I've quite a turn for jug
Cling" she replied gravely. Il can
keep six things going at once when
the floors steady
Here the first bugle call for dinner
| interrupted them.
II must go tidy my hair" said
Celia, pulling one of her big loosened
/ braids over her shoulder, and as she
went toward the door she stopped to
pick up a book that was lying face
down on a sofa near it.
Whats that you're reading?" asked
Hilary in surprise, for he had never
| yet seen her with book.
"EDictetus," she answered.
Then he recalled her allusion to the
"open door" What a queer
child it was, To select of all travelling
| comnanions the "nobilisSimi Stoici.
And vet there was in truth something
! of the stole in her, after all. lie took
| the little volume from her hand and
began turning the pages curiously.
Sentences were marked here and
there. He read them while Celia stood
calmly waiting, the oranges gathered
| into a scarf that she had picked up
with the book.
Hilary read: III you love an
| earthen lar, then think, l love an
earthen Jar, for so shall you not be
troubled when it breaks"
Again: What is death? A bug
bear. Turn it round; examine it; see
it does not bite. Now or later, that
| which is body must be parted from
that which is spirit, as formerly it
! was parted
! Again-ah, here it was! The open
door: Doth 1t smoke in the
chamber? If it is not very much will
stay: If too much will go out; for re
member this always, and hold fast Il
j ~ that door Is open. . Live u