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THE GOLDEN OOL BY ROBT. W. CHAMBERS
. (Copyright, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers.)
"No; but I wish you would go,
she said, laughing; "I'd dress if you
would give me half an hour."
"You won't go you will wait?" he
repeated, almost childishly.
"Yes, I will wait."
She shook her head, watching him
embark; standing there looking out
across the water where the paddle
(Continued from Saturday.)
"I once knew a friend of yours
a close friend named Escourt."
"Escourt' he repeated blankly.
And after a long silence he turned
away with a gesture that seemed, to
frighten her. But into her face came
a flash of determination, reddening
her cheeks again. - "
"You say my friend's name WAS
Escourt? Is my friend dead?"
"Please do not let it matter."
"It does matter. I it is a fancy,
perhaps, but the name of Escort was
once fariiiliar and pleasant. It is
not your name, is it?"
"Yes," she said.
At last "he began fretfully: "That
is the strangest thing in the world.
I have never before seen you,.and yet
I am perfectly conscious that your
name has haunted me for years.
Escourt ESCOURT! for years, I
tell you," he went on in a sort of im
patient astonishment; "ever since I
can remember anything I can re
member that name."
"And my first name?" Flushed,'
voice scarcely steady, she avoided his
And as he did not answer) she said:
"You once knew my husband. Can
you not remember?"
He shook, his head, studying her
"No," he said in a dull voice, "I
have forgotten; I have been very ill.
The name troubles' me; it is strange
how the name troubles' me. It is
something intimate almost part of
my life that I seem to have forgot
ten " His haiid sought the same
spot over his right eye. "What were
we doing when you interrupted
everything?" His wandering glance
fell on the canoe and the rod lying
in the bottom, and his face cleared.
"I ought to be worrying that trout
again," he said. "You won't go
bubbles marked his course long after
the canoe had vanished aroundHhe
curved shore of the Golden Pool.
Suddenly her eyes filled; but she
set her lips resolutely, groping with
white hands for her knotted hair.
It was- high noon when his,, far
hail brought her to the -water's edge.
"Do you observe?" she asked, as
he climbed the bank; and she made
a gesture toward a white na'pkin
spread upon the moss.
A jug of milk, lettuce, bread and a
great bunch of hothouse grapes
and a hostess in a summer gown,
smiling an invitation; what wonder
that the haggard lines in his vissage
softened till something of the after
glow of youth lay like a ray of -sun
across his face.
"This is perfectly charming," he
said, dropping to his knees beside
her. "I I am very happy that you
waited for me."
She sat silent for a moment with
lowered eyes, then Taised them shy
ly. "Let us eat bread and "salt to
gether, will you? that nothing
break our friendship."
"By the bread and salt- I have
shared with you," he said, half 'se
riously, half smiling, "I promise to
cherish this forest- friendship. Let
this day began it."
"Let it," she said. -v.
"Let pleasant years continue it."
"Yes the coming years. So be'it."
"Let nothing end it nothing not
even " " '"i
"Nothing and, amen," she said
'faintly, ' ' :
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