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? 1 te iff^r^.-r~*?ary-- *.~ir>rr~rr?s?z JEAN rrnpvcTniiT. KOEEUT CO - . * CHAPTER XIV. (Continued.) ml have thought that lie saved him. too." Leland said, slowly, "Miss Beatrice, but no one "will say! It was like Harold! But if lie did. Palmer Earle doesn't know it, for I asked him pointblank one day. and he said it was ens of the coast guard! But. to return to the guests at the Surf Hotel. Harry l>lllingbam"s our, of course, because Gregory Bonsonhurst is there. You can pretty nearly swear to the one if yon we the other. Inseparable! Like chums at college, hut unlike the fashionable world! Bcnsonhurst was comIri5? nrross with us to-dnv. hut changed Id* mind. lie's a pood fellow, I tell | .you?so! id as a brick and true as eteelT Remarkable that his eyes should so accidentally meet Beatrice's eyes, and that the sweet color was trarin In her face. "Charlie Brown's down. too. He and Miss Clara are euJ5?ged. I believe rumor goes; and Maurice Henderson is pretty well settled wrlth Ninette! Oh, there is any amount of news and gossip down our way! JvHrope Is not the only place for sensations!** "Nevertheless we had our sensation as well as you!" said Kathryu Franklin, laughing easily. "Let me see! There was the big captain of the snarris. who fell desperately in love with Marlon ?think of it! ? crossing the channel! And there was the woman on the Etrnria goihg over who *-?-? *** lu?? ctotui-nftm nlmnst the entire passage because her beloved pup: died! That was quite heartrending, I assure you, Mr. Leland! And then there were erer so many little events that I cannot remember. But the greatest of all I have saved to the last. May I tea Mr. Leland of that occurrence, Bter "What occurrence, Katbryn?" asked Beatrice, indifferently. Her thoughts were wandering and she had not Jaeeded the conversation around her. She blushed, turning to answer Katbryn, as though her thoughts were deeper than mere surface thoughts. "At 'Belle Jardiniere.^" said Kathrjn, hesitatingly. "You remember, Beatrice, dear?" "Oh!" said Beatrice, coldly. The 63nsh died. She wa% proud and still. "Tf you wish, Katbryn. It is nothing $? me." "Well, then," Kathryn leaned forward that no one outside of their circle ahonld overhear. "Bee saved the *& of John Winthrop's mother in Farls, Mr. Leland. AY hat have you to saj to that for coals of tire heaped uy.<m his head?" "La It possible!" exclaimed Lane LeIuul, starting and changing color. "I ftarsrot to say that he is at the Surf tills season?lie autl Ills mother and a Miss Gray." ~lVbo is at the Surf, did you say, Mr. Inland?" queried Alecia, smiling n& ?Ae turned to them, never dreamful of Ills answer, never dreamiug Ju;xr the great wheels of fate werejrr/xHlin.g clown exceedingly fine now. ~Ot course, I shall be glad to meet all the pld friends, but who is this special <cmeT And Lane Leland answered in a *drcely audible toue: "John Wintbrop, Mrs. Graham." CHAPTER XV. PACK TO PACK. Kathrvn was nervously biting her Althea started, changed color, In.ited mi frlorlitened. and sank back In her seat confused, seeiug Alecia's perfect calm. Mnriou did not even Ltii her head. Frances lifted her epea to Alecia's face, paled and flushed, hot made no outward demonstration. .tUtle Miss Catherwood's sol't fingers were touching lightly and caressingly t-urt saiim, steady hand upon the railto.* Beatrice alone showed visible anger. -"As I fold you that day in Paris, she said, her voice low and perfectly even, though it was steelily c*Jd, ''there is some fatality in this John Wlnthrop. Harold would not have died had it not been for ljlm; > ruul why should we forget or forgiveV I tlo not see how you can be so cdjlin, AW-in. if von remember how lie made jan suffer." "Forgive," said Alecia, very softly, TKtj steadily, "as you would be forgiven, Bee, dear. I tbink that Mr. Wirttthrop is nu honorable inau, althseo^h just to an over-nicety. But he nor .a villain. You cannot call him ! itisit, even hating him as you do. That fie is* nt the island shall not disturb ntj happiness. There is surely room tor him and ine in the world. Mr. U?-tt?Mihurst is on the pier, I see. AaS Ninette and Clara?all the old friends, as though one had just sailed across the bay for an hour iustead of top y'kree long years." Renrricc for oue instant felt a deep Bvrkso of sliame for her own unforgiving spirit, when the woman most traanded could speak gently of him t \ s \ '.I . =^=== s= ==3 fTHROP'S DEFEAT. nodci. By KATE LUDLUM: NNEJl'o SOX!1. 1??2. ] j who gave the wound, liut liow could [ she help her feeling? She hated the j | uinn so thoroughly. Then, too, there | was Gregory Bensonhurst upon the ' pier. He was her friend?Alecia's friend; he had censured John Win- j throp as strongly as she. and he was ' a man. She would ask him if she ! were wicked to harbor this harsh judgment of the man. and if he said she was, should ski not try to overcome it. because he was Alecia's 1 friend and Harold's friend?and hers? I "I have been very patient," he said, \ steadily. "I would not go to you even J once during your weeks at home. I wished to have you here In this quiet i life first after your years away. It | has seemed a long, long time to me, 1 Beatrice. But how well you are look- 1 ing!" ; That was all. He did not even wait for her reply, as though he knew her 1 heart's throbbing stifled utterance, or as though her silence were sweetest. | lie turned to the others about her, greeting them in his old, easy, lazily good-humored fashion, laughing, .bandying light words of pleasant gossip : with the girls and with Lane Leland; 1 nftonfivo ta see that Mrs. Field was ! assisted upon the pier, questioning if she were fatigued; offering lier his 1 arm to the hotel, as though Beatrice in her bright beauty were no more to 1 him than any pretty woman! Ninette and Clara, of course, crowded about them: Harry Dillingham and 3 Charlie Brown and George Priestly? 1 all the old friends. Light words and laughter, pretty assurances of affec- ' tiou and a shower of questions as to 1 the latest fashion in Faris for bonnets and gossip. "You would endure the worst of 1 showers that ever fell over the island to possess the bonnet with which I fell in love with. Clara!" said Alccia, smiling, as .Miss Clara snuggled her hand under her friend's arm and turned with her up the pier, Ninette upon her left and the others of the group scattered about them. "The very dearest bit of lace and feathers that even the queen of Paris fashions could devise! V.'ait until you see it, my dear!" "Then you brought it with you, Mrs. Graham V" "Of course I brought it with me," answered Alecia. not adding that it was inteuJed for this little lover of bonnets. "I would not dare waiicn your curiosity without being able to | satisfy it. Miss Clara! I wish you had been with us last wiuter. We had a most delightful time. We mot several old friends in Paris, too, and made niauy new ones. Paris is the conservatory of friendships. 3'ou know." "Exotic, many of them, though," . said Marion, quietiy. "Forced, more than our American friendships. Miss Clara. Cultivated for us rather than ' by us. and showing to l>est advantage 1 ; by gaslight. I grew somewhat weary of Paris toward the last." "But that is only Marion's way!" cried Cora, horrified, her black eyes alife turned upon Harry Dillingham, [ Field's eyes were more worthy of admiration than any other woman's^ "It's fashionable to grow fatigued with everything, you know, and Marion must profess it, too; but It Isn't true. She simply could not be tired of Paris?no one could unless he were blind and deaf. Even then I believe that the lights and music and gajety would creep In through the other ; senses. You can't be dull in Paris. I love it!" Harry Dillingham laughed, amused. This vivacious woman was deliciously refreshing after the rather quiet days upon the sands. Her brilliant eyes were brighter than the sparkles of the water under the moonlight, he thought, ' and better worth the watching. Her voice was light and sweet with sun- : ' shine in it. 1 The others laughed also, knowing ' Miss Cora's passion for gayety and admiration. "The life of Paris suits you, Miss," 1 Dillingham said, interestedly. "You will tind the island pretty dull after I such life. I fear we shall not be able i to detain you with us long with so lit- ] UL" IV iUlClWl JVU. "But one doesn't want too much life, Mr. Dillingham!" she replied, bright- i ly. "One must run away and hide for ] a time or one would grow deadly < wearying." They paused in a group on the 1 piazza, as the proprietor came out to i welcome them, and then they sought I their rooms, or wandered out upcft the sands until the dinner hour.' Alecia, after arranging her hair and i making a few other necessary altera- i tions in her toilet, joined Miss Cather- i wood and Leland for a promenade for I one glimpse of the surf and oeean before the sunset faded. i The}' were laughing lightly, treading down the echoes along the worn I planks, a touch of the ocean breeze in their faces and voices, and. as they, i r came out into the pavilion in the broader lights, Bess pressed her soft lingers warningly down upon her lover's arm, seeing and recognizing the group of three upon one of the seats just lyyond them. But tuere was no need for the pallor to strike uer sweet race or the startieu eyes to turn for guidance upon Lane Leland, fo calmly and proudly Aleeia stood beside them, the lights in her hair and face, no shadow in the level, lifted eyes.no trembling on the curved red lips as she met full in her own the sudden light of surprise roused in the gray eyes of John Winthrop, rising a3 he recognized her; some strange quiver in his face, yet standing erect and still waiting her words, one hand upon the back of the bench, where his mother sat. the other involuntarily clenched at his side, unconscious that the steely eyes of Jessica Gray were upon him. CHATTEL XVI. THE TRUTH AT LAST. "Mr. Winthrop, I believe? You, toe ?even you?are attracted by this beauty. Artists and poets?and womenFire most easily moved by such scenes as this; one would not ascribe such a soft side to Mr. Winthrop," said Mrs. Graham. TTo fnlt the hot. unrulv blood surge to his face and recede, leaving him death-like in pallor; his eyes, now black with the Intensity of emotion, burned into hers; his head was lifted as proudly as was hers in the soft lilac twilight. Miss Catherwood's light hand was trembling upon her lover's arm, terrified lest there be some bitter scene between these two; and Lane Leland drew himself up with equal dignity with John Winthrop, ready to defend his fiancee's friend should there be need. Jessica Gray's hands were clasped in her lap, and her eyes were upon these two, scarcely noting the others, although she showed no special Interest save that strange flicker in her eyes, like newly wakened fire. Mrs. Winthrop had turned her sweet, calm face trustingly to her son, the tender sea lights upon her snowy .Vnir, a wonderful peace in her soft blue eyes, waiting for him to speak and nrove this woman's Injustice. "Mrs. Graham Is kind." he said, ms voice as steady and cold as Alecla's, for his will mastered any heart pain, "to credit me with the softness of a poet?or a woman. But she overpraises me! I am here solely on account of my mother and Miss Gray." "And the less one possesses of this softness belonging to poets?and women?the surer is one given high seat In the counsel chambers. Is it not so, Mr. Winthrop?" The lines about his mouth were stern, and dagger-points were in his eyes. "The more unbiased judgment there is the more certain will the wheels of tfce world run evenly ? yes, Mrs. Graham," he said. "And the wheels of a Juggernaut crush out our hearts," added Mrs. - 1 ?in< ? onnKnflll OWOOt lflllfrtl uruuaui, ?nu a. owaua.ua, umw^ "Does Mr. Wlnthrop consider it always wisest to think only of the world and not of individuals?" "The world includes Individuals," he said, coldly. "Perhaps Mrs. Graham forgets that." "Indeed, no," she answered, with a slight shrug of her graceful shoulders and that flashing smile upon her face. "But ruling the world with a set of laws that must be made to fit each man, even though the man be crushed to go into his place, is too mechanical a piece of machinery for a world where there are throbbing hearts and infinitely strung souls, Mr. Wlnthrop. Too many hearts are stifled and trampled and broken in your steel rules, that hold no place for a poet or ?a woman!" "Pardon me. There are men who crush their own hearts In upholding their standard of honor, Mrs. Graham. There t.re soldiers, accounted among the bravest, who carry the army colors up to the fort In face of death. Is it impossible for men to do the same in every-day business life? But I am remiss. Allow me to maKe iuy moiuer known to you, Mrs. Graham, anil my ward. Miss Gray. I understand that you have been abroad and just returned." Aleeia acknowledged gracefully the introduction, attracted, in spite of her scorn of the man, toward the sweet, peaceful woman at his side, in her Quiet gown and snowy hair. "We have been abroad; yes," she said, calmly. "When one would be free of old memories, Mr. Winthrop, one goes abroad that the ocean may wash between. Strange, with this faith in the efficacy of change, that the old memories remain. At least I 2nd it so." "Still, there are people," said John Winthrop, coldly, drawing with contradictory tenderness the soft white shawl about his mother's shoulders as she arose to return to the hotel, as the bell was clanging. "There are people, Mrs. Graham, who take peculiar pleasure in brooding over imaginary wrongs until they change from formless shadows to substance. It is much wiser to stand and fight bock the shadows into sunshine, is it not?" . - vmrnp ? "Nevertheless," that did 1 brilliant lightening smile upon her taee, "sometimes the brightest sunsaine makes deepest shadows, Mr. Winihroj. That is a natural phenomcnony I think. Nature and life are much ^he same, looked at from a philosopher's standpoint. bo you not agree with me, Mrs. Winthvop?" "But thee must know," said Mrs. Winthrop, very gently, drawn toward AL!- 1 1 * ? orvl+A Af thn [Ills UCilUllllil ? ULUUL1 111 51J1LC 'VI. luv memory of the fierce words spoken by Beatrice Field that day in Paris, "that this natural phenomenon proves the wisdom, Mrs, Graham, that contrasted light and shadow make life's artist pictures. And thee must also know that light is the better coming out of shadow." "Perhaps, though," said Jessica Gray, indolently, "Mrs. Graham would have no shadows, only suDlight, Mamma Winthrop. That is what Jack's speech implies as his wish. For my part,' I 'Say, let us take whatever comes?especially dinner." Miss Catherwood laughed merrily. 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