Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-03-11

herself-tiey had interests in common.
Dennis year In the Himalayas-Lau.
rence's wonderful book on the ROOF
OF the World" just OF the presses. II
Laurence and Dennis weren't drawn
% each other by the rarity ano siml-
isrity Of their Asian experience. Margot
wished to consider that they should ne.
She was so proud of them both. she
wanted them to be friends. She didn't
to be quite honeSt-wtsh 10 give up
either of them. She wanted TO eat her
cake and have 1T, too-the primal
feminine hunger.
They followed her into the library.
Laurence established her before the
fireplace. where a wood hre was ruo-
Oily dying.
Dennis put on a log and stood silent,
watching the flames freshen.
Ito. Margot's japanese butler, brought
coffee. and Margot poured 1t.
sugar, Launce-two lumps?"
She needn't have admitted that-she
needn't have shown that she knew.
Dennis lifted his eyes, quiet and steady.
looked at her for a moment, and looked
back TO his log again.
"Thanks-here's rosemary Tor re-
menbrance!" said Laurence: took a
sprig Of heliotrope from bowl Of dow-
ers on a table beside him. and pre-
scented II solemnly.
Margot threw him smile.
Laurence was so arrogantly delight
fui- His voice set something vibrating
In her-Something kin. She had TO
fight OF surrender, from within, when
he touched her. And, she wondered,
after all. why fght7 Wasn't surrender
somewhere. sooner or later, somehow
what one was seeking?
MaYgot carried a high head, but a
passionate heart. Her life was quest
Before her death she meant 10 come TO
the end OF IL.
Sugar. Denny?"
THANKS. no." said Dennis, and
smiled briefly.
She might have admitted she knew
he didn't take this smile said that.
NaYgot took one lump herSelf-and STIR
red with little, silver spoon. Silver
ike the spoon she had been born with.
She had something TO give 10 the man
shs would niarry-beyond the gift of
herself. This house she sat fn-~nar-
now and small. but On a street where
even small and narrow houses came
k'gh-the farm in Westminster, with It's
rolling fields, its low-branched oaks, It's
stone fireplaces, its Yaftered ceilings.
Asreot's father had in dying. done his
Knotherless daughter very well. Better
than In living he had done himself,
since he had bought the little house
In town. the old farm in the country
with money got by painting portraits
fs did no. himself admire Like Mar
got. he had been born with q quest
His he had forsworn. but that for
swearing now fed and clothed and
housed his daughter exceptionally well
For which she Kept him In memory
And h0pe6 not 10 follow in his train
Beyond japanese butler and a maio
or 80, negligible oid-iady aunt who
lived mostly In her own rooms but
could when 50 desired, be exhibited
Msrgot lived alone She might have
had company long ago. She wanted
oompany--but In her own time and 81
her own ei9oic%. Laurence knew that
Dennis knew IL. 100, No wonder the
tbree-rornersd dinner.psr,y had sal
uneasy.
"is this an oonssion2" ASKED Dennis
"Yes~~i had II inin time foi
tonight Are you nervous, Launcei
hot In the least? Quite sure?"
"Ob, quite" sid Laurence Isziiy.
as this ar occssior? ?" asked Uennjc
JsF BftE8s IHSEky1 WEE iHItJ EAELbU
he knew. bIt nothing beyond 81 i'm,
personal and pheasant curiosity In
foyn1ec his question
Laurence Is sparkling" she sale
proudGJ-~"oyer the radio~-from tn
Town HAHN Tibet~~-,E his book"
THAT DoT" said Dennis. That's In
teresting"
Which reminds me-" said Laurenc'
III ! nlsy2"--snd l00ked 81 hi
watch.
"Oh, you have plenty Of time" sail
nafgOt~@snd looktd a. hers.
Their eyes met,
''it's half after o." said Laurence. III
tooE MArgot's empty cup. aBd his m
gers fingered. not ~ much time, sfts
al. Speaking 1T Q is."
Laurence had risen and stood befnT'
the rhssf. one Knee on d cushion, l0ok
ing down into MsTgotk fscs. His 0vI
hso something II The aqIlins, inpertpi
charm - VelsAQuezs Fhilip of sDaiE
There WA the so4Ad VI I1InptG u