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(Continued from last week.)
CRAMS XIV
He could not persuade them to re-
main to take lunch With him. Thee
firmness of Hutchinson's declination
was not unconnected with a private
feeloing 'that "them footmen chaps
'u'd be on the lookout to see the way
you handled every bite you put in
your mouth." He couldn't have stood
it, clang their impudencei Little Ann
on her part, frankly and calmly said,
"It wouldn't do." That was all, and
evidently covered everything.
After they had gone, the fog lifted
somewhat, but though it withdrew
from the Windows, it remaireed float-
ing about in masses, like huge ghosts
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beet*** hie ,e4ile at the table, It
was en_eatiook which did not impire
to cheerfulnese, and the feet that
• A.04_ and going back
to MeneWater and later to Amierkla
left him without even the simPle
• emuseletion df a healthy appetite.
Thing,/ ware bound to got better af-
ter a' while; they were bound to. _A
fellow wailed ,be fool if lie Mahal
fix It somehow so that he could en-
joy himself, with money to burn: If
YOU made, up your mind you couldn't
stand the way things were, you
T
Tr a hays eatenlaieordo4n,,puenrtrcotlIgnmg,
in. You could fix it so that it would
be different. By jinks! there wasn't
any law' against your giving it all to
''the ehurch-but just enough to buy
flat in Harlem outright, if you want-
ed to. But you weren't going to run
• crazy and do a lot of fool things in
a minute, and be sorry the rest of
your life. Money was money. And
first and foremost there was Ann,
with her round cheeks flushed and
her voice all sweet and queer, say-
ing, "You wouldn't be T. Tembarom;
and it was T. Tembarom that—that
was T. Tembarom."
He couldn't help knowing what she
had begun to say, and his own face
flushed as he thought of it. He was
at that time of life when there gen-
erally happens to be one center about
which the world revolves. The crea-
ture who passes through this period
of existence without watching it re-
volve about such a center has missed
an extraordinary and singularly de-
veloping experience. It is sometimes
happy, often disastrous, but always
more or less developing. Speaking
calmly, detachedly, but not cynically,
it is a phase. During its existence it
is the blood in the veins, the sight
of the eyes, the beat of the pulse,
the throb of the heart. It is also the
day and the night, the sun, the moon
and the stars, 'heaven and hell, the
entire universe. And it doesn't mat-
ter in the least to any one but the
creatures living through it. T. Tern -
harem was in the midst of it. There
was Ann. There was this new crazy
thing which had happened to him—
"this fool thing," as he called it.
There was this monstrous, magnifi-
cent house,—he knew it was magnifi-
cent, though it waien't 'his kind,—
there was old Palford -el his solemn
talk about ancestors and the name
of Temple Barholm, It always re-
minded him of how ashamed he had
been in Brooklyn of the "Temple
Temple" and how he had told lies to
prevent the fellows finding out about
it. And there was seventy thousand
pounds a year, and there was Ann,
who looked as soft as a baby,—Good
Lord! how soft she'd feel if you got
her in your arms and squeezed her!
—and yet somehow strong enough to
keep him juk where she wanted him
to stay and believed he ought to stay
until "he had found out." That was
it. She wasn't doing it for any fool
little idea of making herself seem
more important: she just believed it.
She was doing it because she wanted
to let him "have his chance," just
as if she were his mother instead of
the girl he was clean crasy about.
His chance! He laughed outright—
a short, confident laugh which startl-
ed Burrill exceedingly.
When he went back to the library
and lighted his pipe •he began to
stride up and down as he continued
te think it pea,
wasas sure as I amer
he said. "I wish she was as sure of
me as I am of myself—and as I am
of her." He laughed the short, con-
fident laugh again. "I wish she was
as sure as I am of us both. We're
all right. I've got to get through
this, and find out what it's best to
do, and I've got to show her. When
I've had my chance good and plenty,
us two for 'little old New York! Gee!
won't it be fine!" he exclaimed im-
aginatively. "Her going over her
bills, looking like a peach of a baby
-that's trying to knit its brows, and
adding up, and thinking she ought
to economize. She'd do it if we had
ten million." He laughed outright
joyfully. "Good Lord! I should
kiss her to death!"
The simplest process of ratiocina-
tion would lead to a realization of
the fact that though he was lonely
and uncomfortable, he was not in
the least pathetic or sorry for him-
self. His normal mental and physi-
cal and unsentimental training, com-
bining itself with a touch of iron
which centuries ago hal expressed
itself through some fighting Temple
Barholm and a medium of battle-
axes, crossbow's and spears, did the
rest.
"It'd take more than this to get
me where I'd be down and out. I'm
feeling fine," he said. "I believe I'll
go and `take a walk,' as Palford
says."
The fog -wreaths in the park were
floating away, and he went out grin-
ning and whistling, giving Burrill
and the footman a nod as he Passed
them with a springing young stride.
He got the door open so quickly that
he left them behind him frustrated
and staring at each other.
"ft wasn't our fault," said Burrill,
gloomily. "He's never 'had a door'
opened for him in his life. This
won't do for me."
He was away for about an hour,
and came back in the best of spirits.
He had found out that there wok
something in "taking a walk" if a
fellow had nothing else to do. The
park was "fine," and he had never
seen anything like it. When there
were leaves on the trees and the
grass and things were green, it
would be better than Central Park
itself. "You could have base -ball
matches in it. What a cinch it would
be if you charged 'gate -money! But
he supposed you couldn't if it be-
longed to you and you 'had three
hundred and fifty thousand a year.
You had to get used to that. But it
aid seem a fool busibess to have all
that land and not make a cent out
of it. If it was just outside New
York and you cut it up into lots,
you'd just pile it up. He was quite
innocent—calamitously innocent and
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She really must•teff him. He seent-
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Thonghte such as them had been of the enorronnta significance which
crammed into his brain by, life ever lay ih that word "different." There
since he had gone down the stair- must he no risk Of her seeming to
case of the Brooklyn tenement with presume upon his lack of knowledge.
his twenty-five cents in his ten-year- "It is most kind of you," she geld
o hand, with grateful eniphasis, "but I
The stillness of the house seemed mustn't sit down.and detain you.
'to have accentuated itself when he can explain in it few words—if I
returned to' it. His sense of it let may,"
him down a little as he entered. The ,
Hpositively still held her hand
library was like a tomb—a comfort- in the oddeet, natural, boyish way,
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able luxurious tomb With a bright
nd before else knew what She was
fire in it. A new Punch 'and the doing he had made her take the chair
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morning papers had been laid up0n a
table earlier in the day, and he sat I —quite made 'her.
down to look at'ethem. "Well, just sit down and explain,"
"I guess about fifty-seven or eight would detain me. Take all the time
• ! he said. "I wish to thunder you
of the hundred and thirty-six hours
'have gone by," he said. "But, gee! you like. I want to hear all about
ain't it lonesome!" it—honest Injun."
He sat so still trying to interest There was a cushion in the chair,
himself in "London Day by Day" in and as he talked, lie pulled it out and
began to arrange
the morning paper that the combine- it behind her, still
tion of 'his exercise in the fresh air in the most natural and matter-of-fact
and the warmth of the fire made him
drowsy. He leaned back in his chair
and closed his eyes without being
aware that he did so. lie was on
the verge of a doze.
He remained upon the verge for a
few minutes, and ten a soft, rustling
sound made his open his eyes.
An elderly little ilady, ha,
d-timidly
entered the room. She was neatly
dressed in an old-fashioned and fur -
from -new black silk dress, with a
darned lace collar and miniature
brooch at her neck. She had' also
thin, gray side -ringlets dangling
against her cheeks from beneath a
small, bleak lace cap with pale -
purple ribbons on it. She had most
evidently not expected to find any one
in the room, and, having seen Tem -
harm, gave a half -frightened cough.
"I—I beg your pardon," she fal-
tered. "I really did not mean to in-
trude—really."
Tembarom jumped up, awkward,
but good-natured. Was she a kind
of servant who was a lady?
"Oh, that's all right," he said.
But she evidently did not feel
that it was all right. She looked as'
though She felt that she 'had been
caught doing something wrong, and
must propeely propitiate by apology.
"I'm so sorry. I thought you had
gone out—Mr. Temple Barholm."
"I did go out—to take a walk;
but I came in."
Having been discovered in her overt
act, she evidently felt that duty de-
manded some further ceremony from
her. She approached him very timid-
ly, but with an exquisite, little elder-
ly early -Victorian manner. She was
of the most astonishingly 'perfect
type, though Tembarom was not
aware of the fact. The manner, a
century earlier, would have express-
ed itself in a curtsy.
"It is Mr. Temple Barholm, isn't
it?" she inquired.
"Yes; it has been for the last few
weeks," he answered, wondering why
ehe seemed so in awe of him and
wishing she didn't.
"I ought to apologize for being
here," she began.
"Say, don't please!" he interrupt-
ed. "What I feel is, that it 'ought
to be tip to me to apologize for be-
ing here."
She was really quite flurried and
distressed.
"Oh, please, Mr. Temple Barbell -1,"
she fluttered, proceeding •to explain
hurriedly, as though he without doubt
understood the situation. "I should
of course have gone away at once
after the late Mr. Temple Barholm
died, but—but I really had nowhere
to go—and was kindly allowed to
remain until about two months ago,
when I went to make a visit. I fully
intended to remove my little belong-
ings before you arrived, but I was
detained by illness and could not re-
turn until this morning to pack up.
I understood you were. in the park,
and I remembered I had left my knit-
ting -bag here." She glanced nervous-
ly about the room, and seemed to
catch sight of something on a remote
corner table. "Oh, There it is. May
I take it?" she said, looking at him
appealingly. "It was a kind pres-
ent from a dear lost friend, and--
-
and'—" She paused, seeing his puz-
zled and totally non -comprehending
air. It was plainly the first moment
it had dawned upon her that he did
Mit know what she was talking about.
She took a small, alarmed step t) -
ward him.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," she ex-
claimed in delicate anguish. "I'm
afraid you don't know who I am. Per-
haps 'Mr. Palford forgot to mention
ire Indeed, why should he mention
me? There were so many more im-
portant things. I am a soft of dis-
tant—very distant relation of yours.
My name is Alicia Temple Barholm."
Tembarom was relieved. But she
actually hadn't made a move toward
the knitting -bag. She seemed afraid
to do it until ,he gave her permission.
He walked over to the corner table
and brought it to her, smiling broad-'
ly.
"Here it is," he said. "I'm 'glad
you left it. I'm very happy to be ac-
quainted with you, Miss Alicia."
THe was glad just to see her look-
ing up at him with her timid, re-
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way—so natural and matter-of-fact,
indeed, that its very natural matter-
of-factedness took her breath away.
"Is that fixed all right?" he asked.
Being a little lady, she could only
accept his extraordinary friendliness
with grateful appreciation, though
she could not help fluttering a little'
in her bewilderment.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr.
Temple Barholm," she said.
He sat down on the &mare ottoman
facing her, and leaned forward with
an air of making a frank confession.
"Guess what I was thinking to my-
self two minutes 'before, you came
in? I was thinking, 'lard, I'm lone-
some—,just sick bertesemell And
then I opened my eyes and looked—
and there was a relati.,n! Hully
gee! I call that luck!"
"Dear me!" she said, shyly delight-
ed. "Do you, Mr. Teeple Barholm
—really?"
Her formal little way af saying his
name was like Ann's:
"Do I? I'm tickled to death. My
mother died when I was ten, and I've
never had any women kin -folks."
"Poor bo—" She had nearly said
"Poor boy!" and only checked the
familiarity just in time --"Poor Mr.
Temple Barholm!"
"Say, what are we we, to each
other, anyhow?" He put it to her
with great interest.
"It is a very distant relationship,
if it is one at all," she answered.
"You see, I was only a second cousin
to 'the late Mr. Temple Harholen, and
I had not really the slightest eflaim
upon him." She placed pathetic em-
phasis on the faet."-"rt was must
generous of him to be so kind to me,
When my poor father died and I was
left quite penniless, lie gave 111 I' a—
a sort of home here.'
"A ed,
peAtsortm of home?" Tembarore-
"My father was a clergyman in
very straitened circumstances. We
had barely enough to live upon—
barely. He could leave me nothing.
It actually seemed us if I should
have to starve—it did, indeed."
There was a delicate quiver in her
voice, "And though the late Mr.
Temple Barholm had a great antip-
athy to ladies, he was to—so noble
an to send word to me that there
were a hundred and fifty rooms in
his house, and that if I would keep
out of his way I might live in one
of them."
"That was noble," commented her
distant relative.
"Oh, yes, indeed, especially when
one considers how he disliked the
opposite sex and what a recluse he
was, He could not endure ladies. I
scarcely ever saw him. My room was
in quite a remote wing of the house,
and I never went out if I knew he
was in the park. I was most care-
ful. And when he died of course I
knew I must go away."
Tembarom was watching her al-
most tenderly.
"Where did you go?"
"To a kind clergyman in Shrop-
shire who thought be might help
me."
"How was he going to do it?"
She answered with an effort to
steady a somewhat lowered and hesi-
tating voice.
"There was near his parish a very
rice—charity."--'her breath caught
itself patheticaley,—"some most corn-
fortafble almshouse., for decayed
gentlewomen. He thought he might
be able to use his influence to get
me into one." She paused and smil-
ed, but her small, wrinkled hands
held each other closely.
Tembarom looked away. He spoke
as though to himself, and without
knowing that lie was thinking aloud.
"Almshouses!" lie said. "Wouldn't
that jolt you!" He turned on her
again with a change to cheerful con-
cern. "Say, that cushion of yours
ain't comfortable. I'm going to get
you another one." He jumped up
and, taking one from a sofa, began
to arrange it behind heft' dexterously.
"But I mustn't trouble you any,
longer. I must go, really," she said,
half rising nervously. He put a
hand on her shoulder and made her
sit again.
"Go where?" he said. "Just lean
back on that cushion, Miss Alicia.
For the next few minutes this is go-
ing to be my funeral."
She was at once startled and un-
comprehending. What an extraordin-
ary expression! What could it
mean?
"F—Ifuneral?" the stammered.
Suddenly he seemed somehow to
have changed: He looked as serious
as though he was beginning to think
out something all at once. What
was he going to say?
"That's New York Clang," he an-
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of aunts or cousins?" . •
She shook her head again. •
He hesitated a =anoint, putting.kiii
hands in his pockets anti taking then*
, oat again awkwardly as .he looked
down .at 'her.
"Now here's where I'm' up against
it," he went on. "I don't want to be
too fresh or to butt in, but.--Ldian't
old Temple Barholm leave you any
money?"
! :"Oh, nor she exiclahned. "Dear
me! not I couldn't possibly except
such a thing."
He gazed at her as though consid-
ering the situation. "Couldn't youi"
he said,,'
There was an odd reflection in his
eyes, and he seemed to consider her
and the ,situation again:
. "Well," be began „after his pause,
"what I want to know is what you
expect me to do."
There was no unkindness in hie ,
manner, in fact, quite the contrary,
even' when he uttered what seemed to
Miss Alicia these awful, unwarrant-
ed words. As though she had forc-
ed herself into his presence to make
demands upon his charity. They
made her tremble and turn pale as
she got up quickly, shocked and
alarmed.
"Dili, nothing! nothing! nothing
whatever, Mr. Temple Harhohn!" she
exclaimed, her agitation doing its
best to bide itself behind a fine little
dignity. He saw in an instant that
his style of putting it had been "way
off," that his ignorance bad betrayed
him, that she -had misunderstood him
altogether. He almost jumped at
her.
"Oh, say, I didn't mean that!" he
cried out. " For the Lord's sake!
don't think I'm such a Tenderloin
tough as to make a break like that!
Not on your life!"
Never since her birth had a male
cteature. looked at Miss Alicia with
the appeal which showed itself in his
eyes as he actually put his arm half
around her shoulders like a boy beg-
ging a favor from his mother or
his aunt.
"What I meant was,—" He broke
off and began again quite anxiously,
"say, just as a favor, will you sit down
again and let me tell you *hat I did
mean?"
It was that natural, warm, boyish
way which overcame her utterly. It
reminded her oftheonly boy she had
ever really known, the one male erea-
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