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THE YALE EXPOSITOR. THURSDAY. AUGUST 3. 1916.
A Story of
Dy GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright by the
Clem is wearing out her heart N
fe- Alan. Does he understand M
this? Is he keeping away from
her for the sport It affords him
to watch a girl's heart break?
Or dees he feel he Is unworthy
of her affection? Will she
"cater" him yet?
Maple ITcnse was riding the-crest of
& happy wave. In a body It advanced
on the lake to picnic and supper by
moonlight and in a body It returned:
the little ones excited and wakeful, the
prown-ups tired and reminiscent. Days
followed that were filled with laziness
end nights that ran? with sons. The
tup of life was tilled to the brim with
little thing. Sudden peals of unrea
soning laughter, shrieks of children at
play, a rumble of the piano followed
by a rollicking college song, ready
smiles on happy faces, broke like com
mas into the page of life, and turned
monotony into living phrases. Put be
neath the payety ran the inevitable un
dertone. When Joy paused to take
brentb it found Alan half aloof and
Clem wistful behind her unvarying
One evening Aian found himself
alone with Nancs. She had frankly
cornered him, then as openly led hi in
off down the road towards Elm House.
"Alan," she said, "you're turned into
a great fool or a great coward. Which
Alan glanced at her. "What do you
mean?" he stammered.
"Ton know what I mean. Clem.
You're breaking her heart."
She felt Alan's arm stiffen. For a
moment he was silent, then he said:
"Don't worry, Nance. You're wrong,
of course, but, anyway, no harm is
going to come to Clem through me.
I'm going away. I've meant to go for
ever so long, but somehow I couldn't
Something seemed to hold me. I tried
to think It was Just the Hill, and that
It would be all right for me to stay on
until the general break-up. Hut you
have wakened me up, and the proof
that I'm not nulte a coward yet 1
that I'm going to get up and run."
They came to the entrance to The
Elms, but Nance led him on down the
road. "Ilun? Why are yon going to
run? Alan, don't you love her?"
A tremor went through Alan's body.
"I dont know," he said, "whether I
lovo her or not. If I ever loved any
one before, then I don't love her, for
the thing that has come over me Is
new newer than anything that has
ever happened to me. I would rather
pee her come down from her room In
the morning tbnn to have watched the
birth of Aphrodite, and yet I would
rather see myself damned, once and
for all, than touch the hem of her
"Because It Is not for me. Once
Allx called her glorious. I don't know
whether Oat was a bit of hyperbole
on her jsrt or not, but to me she Is
Just that There is a glory about
Clem the glory of pure light Do you
think I dare walk Into It? Me, with
ray scarred dfe, my blemished soul and
the moral rags that only half hide the
two? That irould be cowardly. I'm
not coward enough for that."
Nance s!ghe1. "I'm disappointed lo
you. I thought that If ever man lived
that knew a little about women it
tnust be you. I won't say any of the
tltngs I was t,'ilng to say. Instead. I
Jut tell you that you don't know
Tfcey walked back In silence. Nance
went Into the houe. but Alan said
Rood night and stared thoughtfully
down the road. His step quickened,
and, welklng rapidly, he passed over
the n.)nllt brow of the hill and down,
down Into the shadows of the valley.
Hard is the battle that has to be won
twice, bnt when In the small hours of
the morn'ng Alan returned and crept
nolselesslv to bis room, he felt that
he had won, that he had put the Gnal
seal on the renunciation Nance's words
bad wtll-nlgh recalled. Still wakeful,
Alan started packing. He left out bis
That day awoke to clouds that low
ered and hung about waiting for the
fateful hour of seven when they might
with all due respect to atmospheric
tradition fiturt In with an all-day rain,
but long bvfore the hour stnirk Alan
bad forngfvl for a biscuit and a glass
of milk ft no was mounted and away
for a last rldo.
Alan rode with the ease of one born
to the saddle. There was nothing of
fbe cowboy In h's get-up. He used a
mere patch of a banting saddle, fitted
like a glove to his horse's back, and
rod on tfc tafli wllh a lihc Land.
The curb rein, that last refuse of a
poor horseman, huiiK loose and forgot
ten. Alan himself was dressed In
well-worn whipcord breeches, 6hort
coat, soft hat, and elose-tltting boots
adorned with rowel less spurs. For
his health lied Hill had done wonders.
His body was trim, supple and as vi
brant as the yo'iiig horse under It.
But Alan's thoughts were far from
saddles and sa Idle gear us he walked
the restive an!;nal down the dipping
slope of Long l ine and with his riding
crop steadily discouraged the early
morning tlies. Intent on settling down
to the business of life on his mount's
arch'd neck and quivering quarters.
He was thinking of Clem. Where could
he go to get away from Clem? Not
tomorrow, not sometime, but today.
Where could lie go today? Once the
world had seemed to him a fenceless
pasture "where It was good to wuuder.
where every undiscovered glade prom
ised fresh morsels to an unwearied
palate, but now in his mind the whole
world had shrunk to the proportions
of lied Hill. Where Clem was, there
was the whole world. Already he felt
the yearning with which his heart
must henceforth turn to its sole desire.
He crossed the valley, and, as his
horse breasted the opposing hill, he
thought he heard an echoing hoof beat
behiud him. He turned and with one
hand resting n the horse's quarter
gazed back through the gray light, but'
Long lane was veiled from view by
overhanging trees. As be lifted bis
hand, its impress, clearly defined as
an image, caught his eye. How strange!
He had ridden a thousand times and
he had never noted such a thing be
fore. It was simple when reduced to
physical terms. The horse was warm
and moist, the hair cool and dry. His
hand pressed the hair down Into the
moisture. But when he had reasoned
out the why and wherefore and tick
eted the phenomenon, the impress still
stared back a, him. To bis mood it
seemed an embjein of Isolation, a thing
cut off, discarded, useless. With a
smile of rebuVe at his fancies he
touched the horse with his crop and
gave him his beat. The horse sprang
forward, cleared rhe top of the hill,
and the rhythmic t'atter of his hoofs
as he dashed along he pebble-strewn
road seemed to cleave Hie still morning
Alan did not draw rein until be
reached the top of the bluff dividing
the valley from West lake. Then for
a moment he sat and stared down the
long slope. There was a smell of mois
ture in the air. The valley, the whole
world, was expecting, waiting for rain,
and even as he stared the rain came in
a fine, veillike mist that steadied the
tones of earth and sky to one even
shade of endless gray. Out of the gray
came the click of iron on pebble. Alan
recognized the quick, springy tread
of a climbing horse. He turned and
faced Clem. lie felt the slow color
rising in his cheeks and h!3 bands
They did not smile at each other;
they even forgot to say good morning.
Alan licked his thin lips. They were
as dry as ever they had been with
fever. "Where's your hat?" he asked.
A flicker of amusement showed in
Clem's eyes. She was quite calm and
she could see that Alan was not, that
he was biting his tongue at the feeble
words he had saddled on a heavy mo
ment "Hats are for sunny days," :he
said. "I like rain on my head. Have
you anything special to do? Don't let
me bother you."
"No," stammered Alan, "notliljg
that can't be put off."
"Do you remember," Clem went on.
"years ago I asked you to take me
for a ride, and you said not then but
sometime? I've never Lad my ride
with you. I want it now." '
Her eyes were fixed on h'.s and held
him. "I am ready," he said through
She turned her horse and he fol
lowed. They rode In silence at a walk
and then at a trot. Clem turned Into
a wood-road. Her horse broke Into a
gallop. She flicked him with her whip
and his gathered limbs suddenly
stretched out for a free run. The go
ing was soft. Alan had fallen behind.
Clots of mossy loam struck him In the
face. Swaying .branches showered
drops of water on him. He lost his
bat. Then his Hps tightened, his eye
flashed and he began to ride. He was
He urged his horse forward, but he
could not get on even terms; Clem held
the middle of the narrow track. Sud
denly they burst Into the broad Low
road. With a terrific flatter of flying
stones and clipping, ocrambllng hoofs,
they made t?te turn. Alan rode at last
on Clem's qvartei. "Clem," he cried,
"stout It butt fair to the horse"
r - -
Put Clem only langhel. ITer slim
body swayed to the bends of the road;
her shoulders were braced; she leaned
slightly back, steadying her horse with
a taut nin. Alan tried to draw even,
but every time he urged his horse Into
a spurt Clem's spurted too. Alan grew
.angry. He watched Clem's whip, but
It never moved. He settled Into the
saddle and rode blindly. His horse
must catch up or he would kill him.
He was gaining. A moment more at
the same pace and he could reach
Clem's reins below her horse's neck.
Then Clem swerved again Into a half
hidden wood-road and Alan's horse
pluuged through the brush, broke out,
and followed, a poor second.
Alan's face and hands were badly
scratched, but be rode on doggedly. It
never occurred to him to give up the
chase. In the end he would catch up:
he knew that, but what puzzled blru
was what be should do to Clem wheu
he caught her. Anyone else, man or
woman, be would give a taste of their
own riding whip for their own good,
but not Clem. Alan suddeuly knew
that there was something in Clem
that a man could not break.
The wood-road made a gradual
ascent that the willing horses took at
a steady, hard gallop. They left the
Clem," He Cried, "Stop!"
tree-line of the valley below them,
scurried across an ancient clearing,
pushed through brush and branches,
and burst out on to the long, bald back
of East mountain. Then came another
clear run over crisp sod dangerously
interspersed with wet, slippery 6tones
and hindering bowlders.
At the highest point in nil the coun
tryside Clem suddenly drew rein and
slipped from her horse before Alau
could reach her. She stood with one
arm across the saddle-horn and waited
Alan . threw himself from his horse
and rushed up to her. Ills hands were
Itching to grip her shoulders and shake
her, but he held them at his side.
"What did you do it for?" he asked
with blazing eyes.
Clem looked him over coolly. "Ever
run after anyone before, Alan?"
"What?" stuttered Alan. He felt
foundations slipping from under him.
nere was a person who could look Ten
Percent Wayne at bis best in the eye
and never turn a mental' hair.
"How do you like it?" continued
Clem in an even, firm voice. Then she
turned her square back to the saddle
and faced him fairly. "I'll tell you
what I did It for. All my life I've been
running after you. Last night I heard
you packing. I knew what you were
doing you were getting ready to go
away. Before yon went I wanted you
to mn after me Just once. A sort
of'consolation prize to pride."
Alan's face hardened. "Stop, Clem.
You can't talk like that to me and you
can't talk like that to yourself." He
looked at Clem and the Mood surged
into his neck and face. At that mo
ment Clem was beautiful to him be
yond the wildest dreams f fair
Her right arm was still hooked
over the double born of ber raddle
and her loft haml holding a ellm rid
ing whip k Jng at her side. To the vel
vet lapels of her ctt clnng little drops
of rain. U?r hair was braided nnd
firmly tied in a double fold nt the back
of her neck, but short strands had
escaped from durance and played
about ber bead. Her head, like the
velvet lapels, was dusted with little
silvery drops of water and little drops
of water perched on her long, upturned
lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, her
bosom agitated, her lips tremulous.
Only her eyes were steady.
Alan took off his coat and threw It
over a rock. "Will you p' se sit down?
I must talk to you." '
Clem strode to another rock and sat
down. "You are absurd. Your coat
Is as wet as the stones. Put it on."
Alan hesitated. "Put your coat on."
Alan obeyed; then he sat down be
fore ber, but turned bis eyes away nndt
gazed rather vacantly over the whole
wet world. "If ever two people have
known each other without words.
Clem, It's you and me. Never mind
the grammar. Even unshackled words
are a dribbling outlet for a full neart.
and my heart's as full today with
things I've never said to you as the
clouds are with rain.
"Nature, taken by and large, is a
funny outfit, and the funniest things !n
it are the ones that make you want
to cry. The world aee a good man.
clean and straight, married to a faith
less woman and laughs. Men see a
pure girl give her all t a. cad, and
they Ray, 'It's always the rotters that
get the pick,' and they laugh too. But
down In the bottom of our hearts wo
know that these things are things for
"Yes, Alan," said Clem as he paused.
She was no longer Imperious, only at
tentive, with chin in hands and elbows
"You know me," went on Alan, "but
there are things about me that you do
not know things below you that you
have no understanding for, thank God.
I don't eveu know how to picture them
"Yes, Alan," said Clem softly.
Alan picked a bit of huckleberry
bush and twisted It nervously in his
hands. "First of all I've got to tell
you what I thought you knew, that
what there Is of me is yours over and
over again, and then I've got to tell
you why you can't have it." A light
came Into Clem's eyes, trembled, flick
ered, and then settled to a steady
"You've seen people smile everyone
has a smile of sorts," went on Alan.
"Did you ever think that a smile had
a body and soul? To me it has. It
starts out in life like a virgin with a
body to keep pure and a soul to guard
unstained. There are smiles that Illu
mine a face, that shine with essential
puritv, that glorify. Nobody has to
tell you that they have never pandered
to n ribald jest or added cruelty to de
nial. They are live smiles and they
are rare among women and rarer
among men. For one such you'll find
a thousand living faces with dead
smiles smiles that have scattered
their essence like rain on the Just and
the unjut, that have rolled In filth and
wasted their substance on the second
best. You'll find them flickering out
In the faces of young men and at the
last gasp In the faces of lost women
"My Godl My God!" He Cried.
whoie eyes hold the shadows of unfor
"Well?" said Clem.
' Alan sighed. "Between the lines of
my words you must read for yourself,
My smile is dead I killed it long ago
Yours is alive alive. You have kept
it pure, guarded Its flame and you
shall bold It high like a beacon. You
are ready to give all and you have all
to give. I have nothing but the empty
shell. I have kept nothing. I have
gained the whole world and lost it
The little strength left to the pinion-
of my soul could carry me up to clutch
your beacon and drag It down, but
Clem dearest of all women I love
you too much for that. You've got to
trust me. The things I know that you
do not know shove the duty of denial
on to my shoulders. I could give you
an empty shell, but I won't."
Alan had not looked at Clem. He
had talked like or.e rehearsing a les
son, with bis e.yes far away In the gray
world. He dropped the bit of bush
and bis bands, locked about his knees
gripped each other till the knuckles
and lingers showed white against the
tan of his thin wrists. When he
stopped speaking Clem turned curious
eyes upon him. "Is that all?" she
Alan sprang up and faced her. "All
All?" he cried. "Isn't It enough?"
Clem rose to her feet. In her uplift
od right hand she held her agate
headed riding whip. Alan's ryes fas
tened on It as she meant them to do,
Then, with a full, free swing, she flung
It from .her. The whip, weighted by
the agate bead, described a long curve
through the air anil plunged Into the
brush far down the mountain side
"That." Clem cried, her eyes flashing
Into his, "for the beacon. I kept It for
you. It was too good for you: you
would not take it, so there It goes.'
Her Hps trembled and she snapped he
fingers. "It IsTuot worth that to me.'
"Clem!" cried Alan, protesting.
"Don't speak," said Clem; "you have
said what you bad to say. Now listen
to me. You are blind. Alan, or worse
than that, asleep. I'm not a thin
legged elf whh skirts bobbing above
my knees any more. You can't make
me swallow my protests today with
'Clem, you mustn't this and you
mustn't that.' There's one thing you've
closed your eyes on long enough. I'm
a woman. lan. bone, spirit and a
grot deal or fl'-sh. I hve you. and
you 6ay you fov? me"
Alan started forward, but Clem held
Kim off with 4 gesture. "What do you
th!ntc I love !n yont Hie thing yoa
have spent? The things you have
thrown away? Has a woman ever
fallen In love with a man because be
was perfect?" Clem made a despoud
ing gesture with !oth hands as though
she sought words that would not come.
'Some men clap a wife on to them
selves," she went on, "as yon clap a
lid on to a hot fire. If the fire grows
cold quick enough the lid cracks. Some
Just let the fire burn out and take the
Iross with It. A woman knows that
there is always something left In the
man she loves. And even if she did
not know It, It would be the same. She
would rather give all for nothing than
never give at all."
Clem's voice fell Into a lower key.
"The things you know that I do not
know! What a child you are among
men. A half-witted woman Is born
with more knowledge than the wisest
of you ever attains and the first thing
she learns is that life laughs at knowb
Clem stopped speaking and her eyes
that had wandered came back to Al
nn's face. She drew a quivering breath.
Her face had been pale, but now the
sudden color surged up over her throat
and Into her checks. She put up her
hands to her forehead. "Oh," sha
gasped, "you have driven me too far.
I am a maan thing In my own eyes as
I am In yours."
At first Alan had stood stunned by
the words in which she had poured out
her overburdened heart, but as she
went on pitilessly laying bare her sub
jection a flame lit up his eyes and fired
his blood. Now he sprang forward and
dragged her hands from her face.
"Mean. Clem? Mean In my eyes?
Then his tongue failed him. He sank
to the wet grass nt her feet, took ber
knees in bis arms and hid bis hot face
In her skirt. "My Cod. my Cod." he
cried. "I am mean, but what there
is of me has knelt to you by night and
worshiped you by day. When you
were little yon were In my heart and
you have grown up to It. When you
were little there was room there for
other things, but now that you have
grown up you have tilled It all of It
every nook and cranny."
A tremor went through Clem's body,
She rested the fingers of one hand oc
Alan's bead and tried to turn up his
face. But be held it close to her knees.
"If you want me. Clem, If you wanl
me, then there must be things left
things I have never could never givt
to anyone else. But I am ashamed
to pour them into your lap I must
pour them at your feet."
"No," said Clem gravely. "I do not
want you to pour things at my feet
It's got to be eye to eye or nothing,
and if there's any man left In "
"Clem." broke In Alan, "there Is
enough man left In me If you'll only
give me time. Time to groom hiai.
You can understand that, Clem? You
know what grooming and a clean
stable will do for a shaggy horse?"
Clem nodded. "How much time do
Alan hesitated. "A year," he said.
"I'll make a year do It."
"You can have six months," replied
Clem and added with a smile, "Thafi
ten per cent under office estimates."
Then forgetful of hours and meaU
and the little things in life that do no1
count when human souls mount to thi
banquet of the gods, they sat side by
side and hand in hand on a big rock
and stared with unseeing eyes at the
gray world. "With you beside me,"
said Alan, "all skies are blue and filled
with the light of a single, steady star."
Clem did not answer, but in ber eyes
content and knowledge, tenderness
and strength, pleasure and pain played
with each other like the lights and
dappled shadows under a swaying
When Clem and Alan reached home
long after the lunch hour they found
the Hill athrill with news. Alix had
received a cable and had left at once
for town. She had gone alone. That
could mean but one thing Gerry was
at last coming back.
It was from Barbados that Gerry
bad cabled. Ever sluce lie had written
his short note to Allx, through long,
doubting weeks at Piranhas and longer
days of questioning and hesitation on
board the slow freighter that was
bearing him homo, Gerry bad been
fighting himself. Only Lleber's sudden
death and his burial, to which Gerry
bad ridden post-haste, had come In be
tween as a solemn truce.
On the freighter he had had time
enough and to spare to think. He had
spent hours going over the same
ground time and time again. For days
ho sat In his chair on the short bridge
deck, staring out to sea, making over
and over the circle of his life from the
time he had left home. He remem
bered sitting thus on the way out. He
revjetnbered the turmoil his mind had
been In and the apathy that had fol
lowed, the long rest nt Pcrnambuco,
the trip down the coast and up the
river, the glorious, misty morning at
Piranhas. Margarita. catastrophe,
awakening. What did that awakening
stand for? Again he thought, If he
could choose would he wish to be
back as he was before ns be was on
the way out? A voice within him said
Will Gerry have tne courajje
to confess everything to Allx?
Do you think Alix will forgive
him for his affair with Margari
tahis bloamy with an Igr.cr
ant, Infocent glrif
T. MN (XiNTINWMO
THE EUROPEAN WAR A
YEAR AGO THIS WEEK
July 31, 1915.
Austrlans occupied Lublin.
Russian troops began evacuat
Leyland liner Iberian sunk by
Eight British trawlers sunk by
August 1, 1915.
Von Mackensen took Cholm.
Hindenburg checked Russians
in the north.
Germans held on Clonie line
west of Wareaw.
British regaincrd some of
trenches at Hooge.
Italians in gener offensive
on the Tyrol, Trentino ad Car
August 2, 1915.
Germans took Mitau from Rus
sians. Warsaw battered by 42-centimeter
Germans won fight at Hill 213
in the Argonne.
Australasians won victory on
Call i poli peninsula.
British notes upholding block
ade and German note on Frye
August 3, 1915.
Germans forced Narew line
near Ostrolenka and the Blonie
Prince Leopold of Bavaria
leading attack on Warsaw.
Italians continue advance In
August 4, 1915.
fortress of Warsaw, Russians
falling back to outer lines.
French repulsed German at
tacks in the Argonne.
French prize court confirmed
seizure of American cotton
August 5, 1915.
Warsaw captured by Austro
Germans. Germans in north within ten
miles of Riga.
Furious artillery fighting in
the western Argonne.
August 6, 1915.
Austro-Germans occupied Ivan
Russians evacuated almost en
tire line of the Vistula.
Artillery duels In Artols and
Forest of Apremont.
British forces land at Suvla
bay on Gallipoli.
Italians captured summit of
Monte San Michele, dominating
Italian dirgibles bombarded
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Boy Will Welcome Companionship of
Father Who He Feels Can
Tlif infhuwo of n man's companion-
sliji In a rlilld'x lif 1 iwiatty a larger.
loss (Mailed thin than that of a wom
an, but it Is for this very renson the
noro needed. The child U euKT to
enlarge his own world; he fcs If he Is
normal, growlns nod tut&rowin;; he
Is lonpin to step out of Ws own little
circle In.o the larger ww of men and
affairs in which he know his father
moves. I think I may say I do not
know a single child, uimI 1 ?ery much
doubt If anyone else who would
not willingly give up fcri iluy nt the
offer of half an hmirN ompn!onshi
with a grown man whom hr tan trust
and who really uudersfarHi) feim. An 4
when the grown man H fcb vkild's fa
ther, the response Is Jii mch the
You notice 1 have flnii, yIUib he can
trust and who realry irrMicrpfcands hm.
Atid in those twt condition nre im
plied all the obligation as well as nil
the rewards f fatherhood. If a boy
cannot trust his father, or If bis fa
ther does not lUMlorstimd aim, it Is
likely enough lie win prefer ais toys;
and I cannot help feetln that he
shows wisdom In tin? frrfercnce.
It is a pitiful toinmcafcury that so
many children, given the eKnnce to be
with their fathers, to Fit tveride then,
to go for a walk with tacut, to hear
them tell of this or taut, wiH jump nt
the chance, not because fhe compan
ionship Is so complete and satisfying
but because it is a rare treat, a real
novelty. Laura Speacpr Portor, in
Appreciation of a Prodigy.
T.ligglns Is Ktill talking about the
bright things his boy rtiyK."
"Well, I envy 1dm. It Mo-t be great
to have a boy who cntcrtuUtfl himself
thinking of bright Jhiigs instead of
hanging on the cellarlor with o board
or experimenting with a shotgun."
Tea and Coffee
These beverages contain
drug elements that Kinder
development of both body
and mind, especially in
Nowadays, for tbeir chil
dren, wise parents choose
This delicious table bev
erage, made of cereals, has
a wonderfully satisfying
flavor a flavor mivh like
the higher grades of coffee
(but without any of cof
fee's harm.) Postum is a
true, pure food-drink that
has helped thousands to
forget the coffee habit.
"There's a Reason"