Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-07-08

only be obtained through the emotional
life.
The clock in my bedroom at Deresby.
"a beautiful black and gold old Swiss
clock from Neufchatel, n of Lady Der
esby's finds" when abroad, struck once
melodiously. 1t was half past one In the
night OF Saturday. 1 heard no noise
from the great corridor outside my door
on which many bedrooms opened, among
them Soleil Hammington's and mine.
He had come up from the smoking room
with me half an hour before n / had
seen him 60 into a room three doors
nearer the staircase than mine. Since
that time, in pyjamas n a dressing
gown. 10 beer. reading Evelyn Underhill.
the historian Of the mystics.
Now l put the book down and leaned
out of my open window which looked
over the great spaces of the deer park.
The night was clear and starlit but
without a moon l smelt the trees
and the dewy grass. I breathed in-so 1
thought of it then-the mysticism Of ma
ture.
In Honorem omnium animarum mys-
ticarum-those words sang in my mind
melodiously. And 1 put Marguerite Grey
among that company, modern though
she was, a child of my time. OF my
world, my age, she was. but nevertheless
very far away from them, q creature
apart, with the shining of another world
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quite unconscious of that. Her uncon-
seriousness was part of the beauty of her
unusual nature.
I had managed quite a long talk with
her after dinner in spite of Soleil's as
siduities. The man had really been blat-
ant in his determination to keep the
mystic all to himself. What could he
find to appeal to him in Miss Grey? OF
course. he had never read her book. I
had heard hin say so. l had also heard
him say that he'd heard of it, and that
he intended to read 1t.
Soleil Hammington reading THE Mys-
ticl" What a spectaclel Why, the fell
low wouldn't understand one word of It'll
Miss Grey's dealing with him had been
perfection in its quiet delicacy. He must
have seemed to her quite a monstrous
phenomenon, though, of course he was
absolutely at home in any society, and
was, In his way, a thoroughbred. But
1T was not of his social but of his moral
values that I was thinking. The inherent
coarseness of that type of man showed
up with such almost intolerable vivid
ness when 1t was brought into the neigh
borhood of such an ethereal nature as
Miss Grey's. She must have felt more
at home with me. For at least I could
understand the meaning of the gospel
she lived by. She had seemed always far
away from Soleil. But her strange eyes
had o at him more than once as If
they hadn't known he was there. With
all his hardy assurance, his very marked
personality, it had been evident to me
that he was making no real impression
upon her.
Rather late in the evening Lady Deres-
by had taken him away to play poker.
and l had a little talk alone with Miss
Grey. / had told her, like SO many
others. of the real Joy her art had given
me because of its rare sincerity. And
then we had discussed sincerity in art,
and sincerity in life. She had been ex-
traordinarily -unassuming, but she had
said two or three unusual, even startling
things. One of them was, There are
more sides to sincerity han most people
can grasp. That's why manifestations of
genuine character are often called
lapses." Another that I now recall was
this. Evil is often quite as sincere as
good. But 1t suits man to claim good
ness as the basis of human character, SO
he ak Of evil as failure when 1t is fire.
quently a deliberate assertion of the
whole man"
ITO b Concluded Next Week.
Copyright: 1895: BY Robert Hitchens)