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Roilgh—HeWIl Dorothy Canfield
M'nntlnurd I>»m Vnlrritv.)
CrUt€.nd«i American
jmith. live* with hi* imrciit* In t nh.n
IHH. ft image near York city. Hr I*
active In nil kind* of outdoor utiort. and
ut 21 m rndimtol from Tolumhin univer
rlty. In France, Marino Alien, about
N.ale'n ««e, llveo with her Amrrieun par
ent* In iJie homo of Anna Ft, liergar*. a
French woman. Marine'* father In foreign
hunlnong agent for an American firm,
.leanne Amigorena In an old French ncr
iant In the Allen family. Marine ntudien
murk* and French tutd win* a prize In a
inimical content. Her mother die*, leav
ing her alone with her father. Neale’tt
lmreut* go to Mouth America. After nev
i rul month* hln mother return*, w'hlle hit,
father remain* there on burtnerr. Neale
i* In love with Martha Wentworth, whom
lie met at college. He taken a ponition
with a large lumber firm and gain* rapid
promotion, meanwhile laying plan* to
marry Martha an noon an pommle. Martha,
with on autlmrnt of emotion, tell* Neale
Hint nhe dor* not want to marry him.
\rnle. after the flmt bitter pang of dis
appointment, calmly ocri-pf* Manila's
neon that they are unnimrd to each
nt her. Martha leaven with her father
l nr a year'* sojourn In llerlln, where he
I an been mode exchange profennor at the
unlv erslty.
For a long time after this ho was
haunted by the recollection of that
‘■"one, and especially by the sound of
those strange, shocking sobs. Some
times they woke him up at night, as
though it were a sound In the room.
They recurred to him at the most
inopportune moments, in a train, at
t ihle. as ho undressed for the night
in a bedroom of a country hotel.
lie would have given anything not
to have heard them. He tried every
thing to drown them out.
lie turned again at this time to
hooks, and took down from the shelves,
volumes he had not looked at since
college, books of speculation, ab
stract thought, history. He found
Gregg's marks in one or two and
wondered how Gregg was liking it
being a professor out In California.
That was far away, and so was
Gregg. And so were the books. They
looked different in his hand; remem
bered pages had not the same mes
sage. He could not seem to put his
mind on them as ho had. It wander
ed to other things. Along time since
he had tried to use his mind in that
way. He had had mighty little time
for reading abstract stuff.
Unoe, starting off on a trip sure to
he tiresome, with u long wait in the
late evening at Hooslck Junction, he
i hanced to put into his valise a vol
ume of Emerson. He read the news
paper on the train up, the news, the
iinunciai page, and what was going
on in the world of sports. But he
left the paper in the train, and ns
he settled himself for the dreary wait
iii the dreary, dusty, empty station
lie opened the Kmerson. What were
some of those places he used to think
so fine? . . . "Society is ft joint
stock company in which the members
igree, for the better securing of the
lread to each shareholder, to sur
render the liberty and culture of the
eater. The virtue in most request is
conformity. Self-reliance is its aver
sion. It loves not realities and cre
ators, but names and customs. Who
so would be a man must be a non
conformist. . . .
"The other terror that scares us
from self-trust is our consistency, a
reverence for our past act or word.
. . . But why should you keep your
head over your shoulder? Why drag
about this corpse of your memory,
b-st you contradict somewhat yoii
have stated in this or that public
place? Suppose you should contra
dict yourself; what then? it seems
to be a rule of wisdom ... to bring
the past for Judgment into the thou
-i mi-eyed present, and live ever in
i new day. Leave your theory as
Joseph his coat in the hand of the
harlot, and flee!"
He slammed the book shut again.
It made him feel as that confounded
music had, stirred up, restless, un
happy, ashamed. It was a voice from
mother sort of world, a voice that
lie would rather not hear, because
there was nothing to be made of
what it said. What could you do
, .bout it? Neale detested stirring up
' ideas about which there was nothing
to he done. And he knew a great
deal more now than he once had
.'bout the many, many things that
could not he done.
Ho made an impatient, rebellious
posture. Summoning? That was all
very well. But to what? To some
thing better than he had. more worth
while than he was? Well, what was
there? AVhere could it be found?
Those vague high-sounding phrases
w;cre easy enough to write, but what
<<nild you do about It In real life?
What was tho matter with what he
had?
lie got up and walked restlessly
around the dreadful little room, help
loss before Its bareness. A whistle
sounded down the track. He looked
at his watch. No, his train was not
due for half an hour yet. He went
t > the door and watched a through
freight roll past, noting the names
on the cars as they flashed Into the
light from the station-agent's win
dow,—N'. Y. Central, Pere Marquette.
Wabash, Erie, Boston and Maine,—
shoes and groceries and hardware,
ructural-steel, cement—all the thou
sand things needed every day to
1 • *p the wheels of dally material life
moving, all made, bought and sold,
shipped and handled by men like him.
All necessary honest goods, all nec
' -sary honest work . . . but that
couldn't be all of life! The train
pounded off. the silence of the night
closed in on him, and. In that silence
ho heard the echo of those appalling
s'ihs, and the slam of the door. Queer
thing, human life was, wasn't it?
As he filled his pipe It came to him
ti.it once before he had felt the same
aching restlessness, so intense that
it was pain. That was the time when
had gone stale. He’d been put
out of the game, and had Bat on the
side lines eating his heart out. He
was there again, gone etale, out of
thn grime. He had the strength, he
hud the speed, now as then. Why
was It he stood outside the game?
Other men were giving their souls to
it. Maybe he whs a quitter, after
nil There had certainly been quit
ting or something the matter in hie
relations with Martha . . . how
empty life was without Martha. . . .
Hut he w-as mighty glad he wasn't go
ing to marry her.
He_was a fine specimen anyhow!
‘Well now-, well now',” he shook
himself together, "let s consider all
this. What’s the best thing to do
when you go stale and have a
slump?" Atkins had showed him what
to do that other time. He had actual
ly profited by it In the end, profited
Immensely by being temporarily out
of the game, so that he could con
sider und understand the real inward
ness of what it was all about.
Why, perhaps that was what, he
needed to do now, pull out for a
while, get away from the whole
thing, look at It from a distance, get
a line on what it was all about.
He sucked on his pipe, cocking his
head sidewise to look at the ceiling,
his hands deep In his pockets. There
was nothing to hinder his taking a
year off. He had money enough. And
not a lie on earth to prevent his do
ing as he pleased. He'd lose his job,
of course. Bu.t he didn’t seem to be
just madly in love with his job any
how. And there were other jobs.
"Well, by George, why not?"
Where should he go? Anywhere
that wasn’t the lumber business.
There was the whole world, the round
globe hurtling through the infinite.
What In God's name was ho doing In
Hoosick Junction?
There Was England; and France;
and Italy; and after that, why. any
where again! Wherever he pleased
. . . the East, China, and where
there were Malays and jungles. When
his money gave out, if lie still want
ed to stay on ho could earn his liv
ing as well there as here. "There!"
That meant anywhere else. Any
where else must be less dusty and
frowsy and empty than here.
Why under the sun had he not
thought of this before? Their damned
old labels do stick after all. But he
would soak them off!
His heart unfolded from Its painful
tight compression. The way out?
Why had he been so long In seeing
it? The way out was to put on your
hat and go.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
I
Ashley, Vermont, May, 1904.
Horace Allen's cousin was aston
ished to the limit of astonishment
by the news, and cried out accus
ingly, "Why, I thought the other
time it was only because flora want
ed to go. I thought you thought it
would put you on the shelf alto
gether. I thought you hated it.”
Horace considered this. sitting
heavily on a bench while Cousin
Hetty pruned a near-by rose bush,
rigorously Although she did not
break In on his silence with n,
“Well?'' or, "Hid you hear what I
raid?" she made him quite aware
that she was relentlessly waiting for
his answer,
"Well, I did,” he admitted finally,
"and I do yef. And it did put me on
tho shelf. That'a all I’m good for
now. It’s because of my experience
in Bayonne they wunt me to take
charge of tho Paris office.”
“You don't have to go if they do,”
she pointed out; and this as she ex
pected, brought out the real reason.
"Those four years in France have
spoiled me for a living here,” he said
and awaited doggedly her Inevitable
cr.v of amazement.
"You!” She stood up from her shorn
rose-bush, her huge shears In one
clumsily-gloved hand, a large thorned
spray in the other, "Well for good
ness' sake, how?”
He was in no haste to answer this
either, meditating silently, the spring
sun pouring an incongruous flood of
golden young light on the sagging
heaviness of his middle-aged face.
Cousin Hetty let him alone again,
and went on with the ruthless snip!
clash! of her great shears.
When he rose again to the surface,
it was witli a two-fold explanation.
"Everybody that's worth anything
over there has learned how to do Ills
job. No slap-dash business. And
there's plenty of cheap slave labor.
You’re waited on! You're made com
fortable. Y'ou've heard people talk
of he charm of European life. What
they mean is cheap labor. There's
nothing more charming for the em
ployer.”
"Well!” contented Cousin Hetty.
After a time she remarked, resolutely
gathering up the villainously prickly
shoots she had been cutting off, "I
should think you'd he sort of asham
ed of the slave-labor part of It. An
American!”
She was not one to hesitate, either
to handle thorns herself, or to thrust
them upon others.
”Oh, I am,” admitted Marine's fa
ther casually, and then as though it
gave him a faint amusement to shock
her, ‘‘1 forgot to mention their cook
ing and good ■wines.”
She scorned to take any notice of
this, going on, “And I should think,”
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she stayed her steps for a moment,
ns she turned away to Carry the
prunedoff trash to tha spot where
t lie spring lion fire with Its exquisite
colls of blue smoke faintly dimmed
the exquisite clarity of the mountain
air, "1 should think that if you found
good workmanship such a line thing,
you might try to do something to
wards getting more of It In your own
country, instead of Just going off
where It grows already."
"Oh. heavens! you don't see me try
ing to ‘make the world a better place
to live In,’ do you? AVhat sort of
Harold-the-Upllfter do you take me
for?” he protested, with a yawn.
Cousin Hetty stepped off to the
smoldering bon fire, threw her arm
ful of rejected life on the flames,
and came hack, her waited elderly
face looking stern.
(Continued In The Morning Bee.)
Adele Garrison
“My Husband’* Love”
Is There Something Jim Wishes »o
Tell Madge Alone?
It was my flashlight whose rays
found .Tim first, and though the light
from Katie’s played upon his bound
figure but a few seconds later, I had
time to clap my hand over her mouth
and silence the terrified scream which
tore from her throat at the sight of
her husband.
"Keep quiet,” I muttered sternly.
‘‘He isn't hurt, I’m sure, but you
don’t know who may tie near us."
"t lie no goot." she whispered
humbly, "erf you shotist let ni» go
by my man."
"Of course, silly," I whispered back.
“I’Ut out the flashlight, keep close
to me and don't utter a sound.”
"I not breathe, me." she promised
earnestly, and in the darkness, we
grouped our way toward Jim.
I fumbled first with the gng, and
found that it had been »o carelessly
tied that Its removal was an easy
thing.
“Don't try to speak Jim, for a
little," I warned in a whisper. “Let
the stiffness wear away from your
mouth first. Katie, spread your
coat «jver Jim's hand and hold your
flashlight under It, so that I can see
what I'm doing."
She obeyed me scrupulously, and
I set to work on the securely knotted
bonds. It was a tedious task, and
Katie's sense of deference was not
proof nnf.-ilnst the feminine instinct
to say, "I told you so."
"Maybe you wish now you had dot
bee* knife you make me put down—
no?—yes?" She whispered slyly.
Jim saved me the admission I
would have felt bound to make. From
hi* stiffened lips came the one word
explosively:
"Pocket:"
I grasped hi* meaning at once, but
It was several seconds afterward that
I realized he had almost shouted the
word, taking no precaution against
being overheard.
"I/Ook In his pockets, Katie." I
said quickly. "1 think he has a knife
there."
*'I know eet," she answered, hand
ing mo the llushliglit and rummaging
through the pockets of her spouse.
"I bceg fesd no link of dot before.
Hero eet is."
She held up her hand triumphant
ly. and the nett moment, wlih the
aid of her strong teeth, hsd opened
the blade. Tbit she did not hand the
knife to me.
"You better hold coat nnd flash
light, let me cut," she said uneasily
but authoritatively. "I more used
to knife like dees.”
"You are right, Katie," I assented
readily. Within a few seconds she
skillfully had cut the bonds confining
Jim's wrists and ankles, mid with
both of us helping him. he got up to
his feet, staggered a bit and then
spoke, slowly 11s is his wont, but with
no marked effeetd of the treatment
to which he had been subjected.
"1m al! right," he assured us, and
I knew by his voice that ho was
speaking the truth.
But there was a suppressed excite
ment In hla tone, foreign indeed to
stolid Jim. and semetbien- .’• >
indefinite In his manner an he moved
forward with Katie s huh u.iu ..
his—she persisted in toe delusion tha> j
he could not walk without her aid—!
khm> me ft sudden queer little Intui
tion that his excitement concerned
me in some manner, and that he was
only waiting Kalin’s temporary ab
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Katie had no Intention of le-lug
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allayed, she wss ready to Indulge her
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to bo gleaned from the situation.
■'.Teein! .Teem!" she pleaded in a
stage whiiqtcr. "Did dot bootlegger
get avay?”
‘‘He sure did." Jim replied in or
dinary tones, "clean as a whistle."
"Hush-h!" Katie warned dramatical
ly. "Maybe Homebody hear."
"Tile whole world can hear now,”
Jim returned a bit despondently. "The
fellow’s gone, and the man—"
lie stopped short, went back labor
ously.
“The fellow's gone a long ways
by now, arid there'* nobody else
around to hear, so there is no use
whispering.”
"The trooi>er didn't pass your way
then?" I asked.
Jim was unconscionably long in an
swering, I thought.
“Ye-es," he said at lost, "but what’s
that?”
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