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(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
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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
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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.
The scene she had feared was at last
over. There had been sharp words,
of course, there must be, but nothing
so very terrible, and her light heart
promised that even this hardness between
the two would pass with all
hard things of life, as time should
soften the hurt.
(To be continued.)
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