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TILE BURLINGTON FREE PRESS: THURSDAY APRIL 25, 190V.
lO THE CONQUEST sf CANAAN By BOOTH TARKINGTON, Author of "Cherry," "Monsieur Bcaucnlre," lite. II COPYRIGHT, 1 DOS, BY CHAPTKn X. E woke to the light of morning amazed mill full of u strange wonder because lie did not know what hud amazed Lira. A chime of liclls sounded from a church steeple across the square, rinsing out In assured righteousness, summoning the good people who maintained them to come and sit beneath them or be taket task, and they fell so dismal ly upon Joe's ear Unit he bestirred hlin Kelt and rose, to the delight of his mon grel, who leaped upon him joyfully. An hour later or thereabout the pair ' emerged from the narrow stairway and ( stood for a moment, blinking in the j fair sunshine, apparently undecided j which way to go, The church bells wore silent. There was no breeze. The i r trembled a little with the deep pip i -s of the organ across the square, t; id, save for that, the town was very r dot. The paths which crossed the T'rthousi; yr-rd were flecked with t ndy shadow, the strong young foil ji of the maples not moving, having tht air of observing the Pnbbath with oirlety. The organ ceased to stir 1 uir. and ail was in quiet, yet n ilet which for Louden was not peace. - looked at Ills watch and, without ending It, spoke the hour aloud, "A c arter past 11." The sound of his n voice gave him a little shock, j rose without knowing why, and as I did so It seemed to him that he ml close to his ear another voice, a i uii.-in's, troubled and insistent, bu j ar and sweet, raying: 'Homember! Across Main street i dge at noon!" it was so distinct that he started and 1 iked round. Then he laughed. "I'll 1 seeing circus parade next." His ighter Hod, for, louder than the rlng in his ears, unmistakably came the i- -alns of a faraway brass band which 1 d no existence on land or sea or in 1 e waters under tho earth. 'Here!" he said to the mongrel. "We n -od a walk, I think. Let's you and me move on before the camels turn the corner." The music followed him to the street, where he turned westward toward the river, and presently as he walked on, fanning himself with his straw hat, it faded and was gone. But the voice he Lad heard returned. "Remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!" it said again close to his ear. This time he did not start. "All r'ght," he answered, wiping his fore head. "If you'll let nie alone, I'll be there." At a dingy saloon rorner near the river a shabby little man erected him heartily and petted the mongrel. "I'm mighty glad you didn't go, alter all, Joe," he added, with a brightening face. "Go where, Happy';" Mr. rear looked grave. "Don't you rec'Iect moetln' me last night?" Louden shook his head. "No. Did 1 V" Tho other's jaw fell, and his brow corrugated with self reproach. "Well, if that don't show what a thick head I am! I thought ye was all right er I'd gone on viith ye. Nobody -'d 'a' walk ed straighter nor talked straigliter. Said ye was goln' to leave Canaau fer good and didn't want nobody to know t. Paid ye was goin' to take the 'leven o'clock through train fer the west and told me I couldn't come to the deepo with ye. Said ye'd had enough o' Cn ii'ian and of everything. I follered ye part way to the deepo, but ye turned und made a motion fer me to go back, and I done it because ve seemed to be kind of In trouble, and I thought ye'd ruther be by yersolf. Well, sir, it's nne on we." "Not at nil," said Joe. "t was all right." "Was ye?" returned the other. "Do remember, do ye?" "Almost," Joe smiled faintly. "Almost," echoed Happy, shaking his Lead seriously. "I tell ye, Joe, of 1 was j-ou" ho began slowly, then paused nnd shook his head again. lb seemed on the point of delivering somo advice, but evidently perceiving the snobbish ness of mich a proceeding, or else con vinced by his own experience of the futility of it, be swerved to cheerful ness: "I Lear the boys Is all goln' to work hard fer the primaries. Mike says ye Kot some chance ye don't know about. He swears yo'll bo the next mayor of Canaan." "Nonsense! Folly and nonsense, Hap py! That's the kind of thing I used to think when I was a boy. But now- -pshaw!" Joe broke oif with a tired laugh. "Tell them not to waste their time! Are you going out to the Beach this afternoon?" Tho little man lowered Lis eyes moodily. "I'll be near there," ho said, i.craplng his patched shoe up and down the curbstone. "That feller's In town ng'ln." "What fellow?" " 'Nashville' they call him. Kd's the name he give tho hospital. Cory him that I snaked the night you come baeli to Canaan. IIo's after Claudlno to git his evens with me. He's made a raise sioraewhere's and plays the spender And her well, I reckou she's tired waltlu' tablo at the National House tired o me, too. I got a hint that they're goln' out to the Beach together this afternoon." Joo passed his hand wearily over his aching forehead. "I understand," ho uald, "and you'd better try to. Cory's laying for you, of course. Vou say he's after your wlfoV He must have set n bout It pretty openly if they're going to tho Bench today, for there Is always n crowd thero on Sundays. Is it hard for you to see why he's doing It? It's because ho wants to make you jealous, What for? Ho that you'll tacklo him n pain. And why does he want that? Uecanso lies ready for you!" BROTHERS The other's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, his nostrils expanding In credibly. "Heady, Is he? He better be ready. I" "That's enough!" Joe Interrupted swiftly. "We'll have no tall; like that. I'll settle this for you myself. You send word to Cluudiuc that I want to see her at my olilce tomorrow morning, and you-you stay away from the Beach today. Give me your word." Mr. Fear's expression softened. "All right, Joe," he f.ald. "I'll do what ever you tell me to. Any of us Ml do that; we sure know who's our friend." "Keep out of trouble, Happy." Joe turned to go and they shook hands. "Oood day, and. keep out of trouble!" When hu had gone Mr. Tear's coun tenance again gloomed ominously, und, shaking his head, he rumlnatlvely en tered an adjacent bar through the al ley door. The Main street bridge was an old fashioned wooden covered one, dust colored and very narrow, squarely framing the fair open country beyond for the town had never crossed the river. Joe found the cool shadow In the bridge gracious to his hot brow, and through the- slender chinks of the worn flooring he caught bright glltnpRcs of running water. When liv came out of the other end he felt enough re freshed to light a cigar. "Well, here I am," he said, "across Main street bridge, and it must be getting on toward noon!" lie spoke almost with the aspect of daring and Immediately stood still listening. " 'He- member,' ' he ventured to repeat, again daring" 'remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!'" And again he listened. Then ho chuckled faintly with relief, for the voice did not return. "Thank God, I've got rid of that!" he whispered. "And of tho circus band too!'1 A dusty road turned to the right, fol lowing the river and shaded by bi.v sycamores on the bank. The mongrel, intensely preoccupied with this road, scampered away, ills nose to thc grouud. "Good enough," sjid the master. "Lead on nnd I'll come aftc you." But he had not far to follow. The chase led him to a half hollow lo which lay on a low grass grown levee above the stream where the dog's in terest in tile pursuit became vivid: temporarily, however, for after a few minutes of agitated investigation he was seized with Indifference to the whole world, panted briefly, slept. Jou sat upon the log, which was in the shade, and smoked. Tor the first time it struck Joe that it was a beautiful day, and it came to him that a beautiful day was a thine which nothing except death, sickness oi Imprisonment could take from him, nol even the ban of Canaan. T'nforewnrn ed music sounded In his ears again. I but he did not shrink from It now. This was not the circus band be had heard as he left the square, but a mel ody like a faraway serenade at night as of "the horns of elf land faintly blowing," nnd he closed ills eyes with the sweetness of it. "Go ahead." he whispered. "Do that nil you want to. If you'll keep It up like this awhile, I'll follow with 'Little Brown Jug. How I Love Thee!' It seems to pay after all!" The welcome strains, however, were but the prelude to a harsher sound which interrupted and annihilated them the courthouse bpll clanging out 12. "All right," said Joe. "It's noon nnd I'm 'across Main street bridge.' " He opened his eyes and looked about him whimsically. Then he shook his head again. A lady had just emerged from tin bridge and was coming toward hlra. It would be hard to got at Joe's first Impressions of her. We can find con veyance for only the broadest and heaviest. Ancient nnd modern Instances multiply the caso of the sleeper who dreams out a Ion? story in accurate color and fine detail, a tale of years, in the opening and shutting of a door. So with Joseph in tho brief space of the lady's approach. And with bim, as with the sleeper, It must have been tn fact It was In his recollections later a blur of emotion. He had little kuowledge of tho mil Ilnery arts, and he needed none to see the harmony harmony like that of the day he had discovered a little while ago. Her dress and hat and gloves nnd parasol showed a pale lavender over tint like that which he had seen over spreading the western slope. (After ward he discovered that the gloves she wore that day were gray and that her hat was for the most part white.) The charm of fabric and tint belonging to what she wore was no shame to her, not being of primal Importance beyond herself. It was but tho expression of her daintiness and the adjuuet of It. J3hc was tall, but If Joo could have epoken or thought of her as "slender" he would havo been capable of calling her lips "red," In which case he would not have been Joe and would have been as far from the truth on her lips were from red or as her supreme dell cateness was from mere sleudernoss. She was to pass hlm-so he thought and ns she drew nearer his breath camo faster. "Remember! Across Main street bridge at noon!" Was this the fay of whom the voice had warned hlra? With that, there be fell him tho mystery of last night. Ho did not remember, but It was as If he lived again dimly tho highest hour of happiness In a llfo a thousand years ago: perfume and music, roses, nignt Ingales and plucked harpstrlngs. Yes, Bometbing wonderful was happening to him, She had stopped directly In front of hlm-Btopped and stood looking at him with her clear eyes. He did net lift his own to hers, ne had long expert HARPER once of the averted gaze of wonion, but It was not only that. A groat shynoas beset him. He had risen and removed his hat, trying (Ineffectually) not to clear his throat, his every day senso urging upon him that slio was a stran ger In Canaan who had lost her way the preposterousuess of any one's loslnij the way In Canaau not Just now up pealing to his every dny sense. "Can I-can I" he stammered, blushing miserably, meaning to finish with "direct yon," or "show you tho wny." Then ho looked at her again and saw what seemed to him the strangest sight of IiIh life. The lady's eyes had tilled with tears filled and overfilled. "I'll sit here on the log with you," she said. And her voice was tho voice which ho had heard saying: "Kemem bert Across Main street bridge at noon!" "What!" he gasped. "Ton don't need to dust It!" she wont on tremulously. And even then ho did not know who she was. CHAPTHll XI. t I HKRIO was a silence, for If the d.'17.Icd young man could havo spoken at all he could havo found nothing to say; and, per haps, the lady would not trust her own voice Just then. His eyes hud fallen again. He was too ia?.eu ami, in trutu, too panic stricken now to look at her, thouah if lie hud been qulto sure that I she was part of a wonderful dream he might have dared. She was seated bo side him, and had handed him her par asol In a little way which seemed to Imply that of course he had reached for 1 1, so that It was to be seen how used sh; was to havo all tiny things done for her, though this was not then of ills tremulous observing. He did perceive, however, that he was to furl the dainty thing. He pressed the catch nnd let down the top timidly, ns if fearing to break or tear it, and as it closed, held near his face, he caught a very faint, liweet, spicy emanation from It like wild roses and cinnamon. Ho did not know her, but his timid ity and a strange little choke In his throat, the sudden fright which had seized him, were not caused by em barrassment. He hud no thought that she was one he had known, but could not for the moment recall. There was nothing of tho awkwardness of that. No; he was overpowered by the mira cle of this meeting. And yet, white with marveling, ho felt it to be so much more touchingly a greater happi ness than he had erer known that at first it was inexpressibly sad. At last he heard her voice again, shaking a little, as she said: "I am glad you remembered." "Remembered what?" he faltered. "Then you don't?" she cried. "And yet you came." "Came here, do you mean?'' "Yes now, at noon." "Ah!" he half whispered, unable to speak aloud. "Was It you who said who said: 'Remember! Acrosa across' " " 'Across Main street bridge at noon!' " she finished for him gently. Yes." He took a deep breath In tho wonder of It. "Where was It you said that?" he asked slowly. "Was it last night?" "Don't you even know that you came to meet me?" "I came to to meet you!" She gave a little pitying cry, very near a sob, seeing his utter bewilder ment. "It was like the strangest dream In the world," she said. "You were at the station when I came last night. You don't remember at all?" Ilii eyes downcast, Ills face burning hotly, he could only shake his head. "Yos," she continued. "I thought no one would he there, for I had not written to say what train I should take, but when I stepped down from the platform you were standing there, though you didn't see me at first not until I had called your name and ran to you. You said, 'I've come to meet you,' but you said it queerly, I thought. And then you called a carriage for me. But you seemed so strange. You couldn't tell how you knew that I was coining, and and then I I understood you weren't yourself. You were very quiet, but I knew I knew! So 1 made you get into the carriage and and" She faltered to n stop, and -with that shame lteolf brought htm courage. He turned and faced her. She had lifted her handkerchief to her eyes, but at his movement she dropped It, and it was not so much the delicate loveli ness of her face that he saw then as the tears upon her cheeks. "Ah, poor boy!" she cried, "I know! I knew!" "Ton you took me home?" "You told me where you lived," she answered, "Yes, I took you home." "I don't urideratand," he stammered huskily. "I don't understand." She leaned toward him slightly, look ing at him with great lntentness. "You didn't know me last night," uhe said. "Do you know me now?" For answer he could only stare at her, dumfounded. He lifted an un steady hand toward her appeallngly, but the manner of the lady as she saw the truth underwent an April change. "You teld nu where you lived," eh an twend. She drew back lightly. He was fa vored wKJi tho most delicious low laugh he had over heard, and by somo magic whisk which she accomplished there was no sign of tears about her, "Ah, I'm glad you'ra the same, Joe!" she said, "You nevor would or could pretend very well. I'm glad you're the Name, and I'm glad I'vo changed, though that Isn't why you have for gotten me. You've forgotten ino be-c-nuso you never thought of me. Per Lnps I should not have known you If you had changed n great deal, ns I have." Ho started, leaning back from her. "Ah," she laughed, "Hint's It I That funny little twist of the head you al ways had, like n-liko n well, you know t must havo told you a thousand times that It was like a. nlco friendly puppy. So why shouldn't I say so now? And your eyebrows! When you look like that nobody could ever for get you, Joe." ( He rose from tho log, and the mon grel leaped upon hlin uproariously, thinking they nero to go home, belike to food. Tho lady laughed again, "Don't let him spoil my parasol. And I must warn you now: Never, never trend on my skirt! I'm very irritable about such tilings!" He had taken three or four uncertain backward steps from her. She sat be- i'r.fn lllfll riwlt'lllt tflill lH1?Mr. ttli lovvl0,t creature lie. had over aeeu, but ,)etW(ell llim nnd tlli8 charming vision there swept, through tho warm, scented Juno air, a veil of snow like a driven fog, and half obfrured In the heart of It a young girl stood knee deep In n drift piled against an old picket gate, her black waterproof nnd shabby skirt flapping In the bllzziid like torn nails, one of her hands outstretched to ward him, her startled eyes fixed on his. "And, oh, how like you," said the lady; "how like you and nobody elo In the world, Joe, to have a yellow dog!" "Ariel Tabor!" Ills lips formed, the vords without sound. "Isn't It about time?" she said. "Are strange ladies in the habit of descend ing from trains to take you home?" Once, upon a white morning long ago, the sensational progress of a certain youth up Mnin street had stirred Ca naan. But that dny was as nothing to this. Mr. IJantry had left temporary paralysis in his wake, but in the case of the two young people who passed slowly along the street today it was petrifaction, which seemingly threat ened In several instances (most nota bly that of Mr. Arp) to become perma nent. The lower portion of the street, lined with three and four story buildings of brick and stone, rather grim and hot facades under the midday sun, afford ed little shade to the church comers, who wore working homeward in pro cessional little groups and clumps, none walking fast, though none with the nppearance of great leisure, since neither rate of progress would Lave been esteemed befitting the day. Tho growth of Canaan, steady, though nev er startling, had left almost all of tho churches downtown, and Main street the principal avenue of communication between them and the "residence sec tion." So today the irermittent pro cession stretched along the new cement sidewalks from' a little below the square to upper Main utreet, where maples lined the thoroughfare and the mansions of the nllluent stood among' pleasant Imwus and shrubberies. It was late, for tilts had been a com- ! niunion Sunday, and those far In ad- 1 vance, who had already reached the pretty and shady part of the strept, were members ot the churches where services had been shortest, though few In the long parade looked as If they had been attending anything very short, and many heads of families were crisp in their replies to the theological inquiries of their offspring. The meu imparted largely a gloom to tho Itin erant concourse, most of them wearing hot, long black coats and having wilt ed their collars, the ladles relieving tltis gloom somewhat by the lighter tints of their garments, the spick and span little girls relieving It greatly by their white dresses and their faces, tho latter bright with the hope of Sunday ice cream, while the boys, experiencing some solace in thnt they wero finally out where a person could at least scratch himself if he had to, yet op pressed by tho decorous necessities of the day, marched along, furtively planning behind impe.rturbably secre tive countenances various meana for the later dispersal of an odious monot ony. Usually the conversation of this long string of tho homeward bound was not too frivolous or worldly. Nay; it properly inclined to discussion of tho sermou. It was a serious and seemly Sunday parade, the propriety of whoso beha vior was today almost disintegrated when the lady of the bridge walked up the street in the shadow of a lacy lav ender parasol carried by Joseph Lou den. The congregation of the church across the square that to which Joe's stepaunt had been late-was Just de bouching, almost In mass, upon Main street when these two went by. It Is not qulto the truth to say that all ex cept tho children came to a dead halt, but it is not very far from It. The air was thick with subdued exclamations and whisperings. Here Is no mystery. Joe was prob ably the only person of respectable derivation In Canaau who had uot known for weeks that Ariel Tabor was on her way home. And tho news that she' bad arrived the night before had been widely disseminated on the way to church, euterlug church, in church (even so!) and coming out of church, An account of her house In the Ave nue Henri Martin and of her portrait In tho HjUon a mysterious business to many arid not lacking In grandeur for that had occunled two columus In the 'iocsln on a day some mouths be' foro when Joe had found himself In Imlcally headlined on the first page and had dropped the paper without reading further, Ariel's name had been In the month of Canaan for n long time unfortunately for Joe, how ever, not in the mouth of that Canaan which held cottvrsn with him. Joe bad not known her. The wom en recognised her Infallibly nt first glance, even those who had quita for gotten her, And tho women told their meu; hence the un-Sunday like de meanor of the procession, for few towns hold It more unseemly to stand and aturo at passersby, especially on the Sabbath. But Ariel Tnbor return edand walking with with Joo Lou den! Ariel flushed n little when she per ceived the extent of their conspicuous iipks, but It was not the blush that Joe remembered Lad reddened the tanned skin of old, for hor brownness had gone long ago, though It had not left her merely pink and white This was n delicate roslness rising from her cheeks to her temples, ns the earliest dawn rises. If there had been many words left in Joe ho would have called It a divine blush. It fascinated him, and If anything could hnve deepened tho glamour about her It would havo been this blush. He did not under etund It, but when he saw It ho stum bled. Those who gaped and titnred wero for him only .blurs In the background. Truly, he saw "men ns trees walk ing," and when It became necessary to step out to the curb In passing some clump of people It was to him as It Ariel nnd he, enchanledly alone, were working their way through underbrush In the woodM. Ho kept trying to realize that this lady of wonder was Ariel Tabor, but ho could not. lie could not connect the shabby Ariel, whom he had tronted ns one troy treats another, with this young woman of the world. He had always been embarrassed himself nnd nuharaetl of her when nnythlng she did made him remember that, nfter all, she was a girl, as on tho day he ran away when he kissed a lock of his hair escaping from the bandage. With that recollec tion even his ears grew red. It did not seem probable that It would ever happen again. The next Instant ho heard himself calling her "Miss Ta bor." At this she seemed amused. "You ought to have called me that years ago," she said, "for all you knew me." "I did know her you, I mean," he answered. "I used to know nearly everything you were going to nay be fore you said It. It soeins strange now" "Yes," she interrupted, "it docs seem strange now." "Somehow," he went on, "I doubt If now I'd know." "Somehow," she echoed, with fine gravity, "I doubt It too." Although he had so dim a perception of the staring and whispering which greeted and followed them, Ariel, of course, was thoroughly aware of It, though the only sign she gave was tho slight blush, which very soon disap peared. That people turned to look at her may have been not altogether a novelty. A girl who Lad learned to appear unconscious of the continental atare, the following gaze of the boule vards, the frank glasses of the costan za In Rome, was not 111 equipped to face Main street, Canaan, even as It was today. Under the sycamores before they started they had not talked a great deal. There had been long silences, al most all her questions concerning the period of his runaway absence. She appeared to kuow and to understand everything which had happened since his return to the town. He had not, In his turn, reached tue point vwiere ne would begin to quesuon nor. ic too breathless In bis consciousness ot hi. mnrvplous nresent hour. She had tol(1 uim of ttlri (j,.ath of Roger Tabor, L,, ., w,,,.., i.innf man!" she said nt'ir" "Ho lived to see 'how the oth er fellows did If at last, nnd everybody liked him. lie was very happy over there." After a little while she had said that it was growing close upon lunch time; bho must be going back. "Then-then-goodby," he replied ruefully. "Why?" "I'm afraid you don't understand. It wouldn't do for you to be seen with me. Perhaps, though, you do under stand. Wasn't that why you asked me in meet- von out here beyond the bridge?" In answer she looked at him full and straight for three seconds, then threw back her bead and closed her eyes tight with laughter. Without a word she took the narasol from him, opened it herself, placed the smooth white coral handle of it In his hand and ngnuj took his nrm. There was no further demur on tho part of the young man. Ho did not know where she was going. Ho did not ask. Once Ariel smiled politely, not at Mr. Loudon, and Inclined her head twice, with the result that the latter, after thinking for a time of how gracefully sho did It and how pretty tho top ot her hat was, became gradually con scious of a meaning in her action that she had bowed to some one across the street. He lifted hla hat, about four minutes late, and discovered Mamie Pike and Eugene upon the opposite pavement walking homo from church together. Joe changed color. The sound of Ariel's voice brought him to himself. "She is lovelier than ever, Isn't sho?" "Yes, Indeed," he answered blankly. "Would you still risk" sho began, smiling, but, apparently thinking bet ter of It, changed her question: "What is the name of your dog, Mr. Ixmden? You hnvon't told me." "Oh, he's just a yellow dog," he evad ed unaklllfully. "Young man!" she said sharply. "Well," he admitted reluctantly, "I call him Speck for short." "And what for long? I want to know his real name," "It's mighty Inappropriate, because we're fond of each other," said Joe, "but when I picked him up he was so yollow and so thin and so creeping nnd so scared that I christened him 'Re spectability.' " They wero now opposite the Pike mansion, and, to his surprise, she turn ed, Indicating the way by a touch upon his sleeve, aud crossed tho street toward tho gate, which Mamie and Eugene had entered. Mamie, after ex changing n word with Eugeuo upon tho steps, was already hurrying Into the Louse. Ariel paused at the gato as If malt ing for Joe to open It. "Don't you know?" she crlod. "I'm staying here. Judge Pike has cbargo of all my property. He was the ad ministrator or something." Then, see ing him chopfillon and aghast, sh went on: "Of courso you don't know. You don't kuow anything about me. You haven't even asited. "You'ro going to llvo hero?" he gasped, "Will you come to see me?" she laughed. "Will you come this after noon?" Ho grew white. "You know I can't," he said. "You came here once. You risked a good deal then just to sco Mamie dance by a window. Don't you dare a little for an old friend?" "All right," he gulped. "I'll try." Mr. Bantry had come down to the gate and was holding It open, his eyes ilxed upon Ariel, within them a rising glow. An Impression came to .Too aft erward thnt his stepbrother had looked very handsome. "Possibly you remember me, Miss Tabor?" said Kugeno in a deep and Impressive voice, lifting Ills hat. "We were neighbors, I bollove, In the old days." She gave him her hand In a fashion somewhat mannerly, favoring him with n bright, negligent smile. "Oh, quite," she answered, turning again to Joe as she entered tho gate. "Then I shall expect you?" "I'll try," said Joe. "I'll try." He stumbled away, Respectability and be together Interfering alarmingly with the comfort of Mr. Flltcroft, who had stopped In the middle of the pave ment to stare glasslly at Ariel. Hu ston o nccotnpanled the latter into the house, and Joe, looking back, under stood. Mamie hnd sent his stepbrother to bring Ariel In and to keep him from following. "This afternoon!" Tho thought took away his breath, and he became paler. cnAPTKR XII. hearing the wheels of tho brougham crunch the gravel of the carriage drive, hurried away down the broad hall and disappeared. Ariel dropped her par asol upon a marble topped table near the door and, removing her gloves, drifted into a room at the left, where a grand piano found shelter beneath crimson plush. After a moment of contemplation she pushed back tho cov erlet and, seating herself upon the plush covered piano stool (to match), lot her fingers run up and down the keyboard once and fall listlessly in her lap as slio gazed with deep interest at three life sized colored photographs In carved gilt frames upon the wall she was facing Judge Pike, Mamie and Mrs. Pike, with her rubies. "Please don't stop playing, Miss Ta bor," said a voice behind her. She had not observed that Eugene had followed her Into the room. "Very well, If you like," she answer ed, looking up to smile absently at him, and she began to play a rakish lit tle air which, composed by some rattle brain at a cafe table, had lately skip ped out of the Moulin Bougo to disport Itself over Paris. She played it slow ly in the minor, with elfish pathos, while he leaned upon the piano, his eyes fixed upon her fingers, which bore few rings none, he observed with an unreasonnblo pleasure, upon the third finger of the left hand. It's one of those simpler Grieg thiBgf)i )Rn,t Itr ne Bald) sKUng pen- tly. "I care for Grleu'. "WTould you mind It being Chnral nade?" she returned, dropping her eyes to clonk the sin. "Ah, no; I recognise it now," replied Eugene. "He appeah to me even more than Grelg." At this sho glanced quickly up nt him, but more quickly down njain, and hastened the time emphatically, swing- ing the little nlr Into the major. "Do you play 'The Pilgrim's Chor us?' " She shook her head. "Vous namo pas Wagner?" Inquired Eugene, leaning toward her. "Oh, yes," she answered, bending her head far over, fo that her face was concealed from him, except tho chin, which, he saw with a thrill of Inex plicable emotion, was trembling slight ly. There were some small white flow ers upon her hat, and these shook too, When she turned to him he was sur prised to see that she looked astonish ingly happy, almost as if she had been struggling with Joy instead ot pain. "This chair," she said, sinking Into it, "makes tne feel at home." Naturally he could not understand. "Becnuse," she explained, "I onco thought I was going to live In It. It has been rcupholstered, but I should kuow It if I met it anywhere In the world." "How very odd!" exclaimed Eugene, staring. "I settled here In pioneer days." sho went on, tapping the arms lightly with her finger tips. "It was the lastdnuco 1 went to In Canaan." "I fear tho town was very provincial at that time," he returned, having com pletely forgotten the occasion alio men tioned, therefore wishing to shift tho subject. "I fear you may still find it so. There Is not much here that one is in sympathy with Intellectually-few people really of the world." "Pew people, I suppose you mean," she said softly, with a look that went "7t' one of tiwr stmplcr Orlfl fifnys, fun't P he tuid. MAMIU waiting just Inside the door as Ariel and Eugene en tered, gave the visitor a pale greeting and a moment later, deep Into his e,yes "few people who really understand one." Kugene had seated himself on the till of an open window close by. "There has been," he answered, with the ghot-t of a sigh, "no one." Mamie appeared In tho doorway, nnd Kugene roso swiftly. "I have been trying to persuade Miss Tabor," he ex plained, with something too much ot laughter, "to play ngaln. You heard that little thing of ChamlnndoV- Mamle did not appear to hear hlin She entered breathlessly, and thero was no color In her cheeks, "Ariel," alio exclnlmed, "I don't want you to think I'm a tale bearer"-- 'Oh, my dear!" Ariel said, with a gesture of deprecation. "No," Miss Pike went on, all in on breath, "but 1 am afraid you ril think it, because papa knows, and ha wants to see you." "What Is It that he knows?" "That you were walking with Joseph Louden!" (This was as if she had said, "That you poisoned your moth er.") "I didn't toll him, but when ho saw you with hlin I was troubled and asked Kugene what I'd better do, be cause ho always knows what Is best" (Mr. Pantry's expression, despite this tribute, wns not happy.) "And he ad vised me to tell mamma about It and leave It In her hands. But she always tells papa everytbln?" - "Certainly; that Is understood, " said Ariel slowly, turning to smllo at Ku gene. Tho daughter ot the house exhibited signs of consternation. "He wants to see yon," she repeated falteringly, "He's in th library." Having thus discharged her errand, she hastened to the front door, which Lad been left open, and out to the steps, evidently with the intention of removing herself as soon and as far as possible from the vicinity of tho li brary. Eugene, visibly perturbed, followed her to the doorway ot the room and paused. "Do you know the way?" he Inquir ed, with a note of solemnity. "Where?" Ariel had not risen. "To the library." "Of course," she said, beaming upon him. "I was about to ask you If yon wouldn't speak to the judge for n e. This Is such a comfortable old friend, tills chair." "Speak to him for you?" repeated the nonplused Eugene. She nodded cheerfully. "If I mj trouble you. Tell him certainly I shall be glad to see him." Eugene went. There was nothing else to do. And he wished with every step that the distance to the portnM of the library might have been greater In whatever guise he delivered ths pummons, It was perfectly efficacious. A door slammed, a heavy and rapid tread was heard In the hall, and Artel without otherwise moving, turned hot head and offered a brilliant smile ot greeting. "It was good of you," she said as the doorway filled with red. Imperial wrath, "lo wish to have a little chat with n-e. I'm anxious, of course, to go over my atTalrs with you. and last night after my Journey I was too tired. But now we might begin, not in detail, of conr.se, just yet. That will do for later when I've learned more about business." Th great one had stopped on thf threshold. "Madam," he began coldly, "when 1 say my library I mean my" "Oh, yes," sh interrupted, with ami able weariness; "I know. You mea'j i you keep all the papers and books of , the estate In tin-re, but I think we J better put them off for a few days"- "I'm not talking about the estate1" he exclaimed. "What I want to talk to you about Is being seen with Joseplj Louden!" "Yes," she nodded brightly. "That's along the line we must take up first" "Yes, it 1st" He hurled his bull bas. at her. "You knew everything about him and his standing in this communi- i ty! I know you did, becnuse Mrs. Plki told me you asked all about him from Mamie after you came last night, and see here, don't you" I "Oh, but I knew before that," sht l laughed. "I had a correspondent it I Canaan, one who has always taken a ' srreat Interest In Mr. Louden. I asked Miss Pike ouly to get her own point of view " "I want to tell you. madam," ha shouted, coming toward her, "thnt no member of my household" "That's another point we must take up today. I'm glad you remind me of It," she said thoughtfully, yet with so magically compelling an Intonation that he stopped his shouting In tlx middle of a word, stopped with an apoplectic splutter. "We must arrange fo put the old house In order at once." We'll arrange nothing of the sort he responded nfter a moment of angry cIlanr.A "Vnll'pa trulne- ie ntnv Hffhl here." ah, i Enow jour uosuiiniuy, bum bowed graciously, "But of course I n-mut nnt tnr If inn tnr. And about Mr. Louden? As I said, I want to speak to you about him." "Ves." be Intervened harshlr. "so at n i 'til irnin r t n rin ii nini'K i mi ii . . . t li 1 I V...ltl find"- . A L'Hlll ?t lltl 1111 KlCl 1UU.-I t til DU U 1 Uli "He's a dear old friend ot mine, you know, and I have made up my mind IWUV 1 C IJULIl UttU KtO HIIJ', ' " w " "What!" "Yos." she continued calmly, "In l have great Interests In a hundred di rections, nil more Important than mine. - . . j, I 1 ..L.A,li-l AO T fill it- itni ifiir inai run huuuiu tui whol burdfltt of my affaire, and J think It will ne nest iu rtuiu .m T nc yr mnn nf hiiHlncse. Hi IUIIIU " ..i.i t.i ra mi trip enrps nt iiiit csl:ll off your shoulders." nri li m wlin Runnrn KtMHlliess. lcamu hm nunpcnponil hlu livnil ri Ta nfl flntl I III neck faded Kplotchlly. mi a MT V t wnn' oabull 111 til Vrtt oviii i iinn't bnaiu1 wtitnnr nr nn A iUIn m.