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shaa:d'hare beRn,g foo kedn't.
I knew when Neth same that I was np
against a presty bard proposition;
but 1 thought ,ysltlrps if I got busy.
and showed yol! you've got to show a
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p'w"Slwwed me what?" she asked cony
temptuously. -
'Showed you-:-'Wil—me," be tried
to explain. .
"You{"
And that I'wanted to be friends," • c
he added candidly.
Was the man mad? Did he realise
nothing? Was he too thick of skit
even to see?
"Friends! You and I?" The words
ought to halve scorched him, pachy-
derm
though he was.
"I thought you'd give me a chance
—a sort of chance—a'
She stopped short on the avenue.
"You did?"
She had 'not been mistaken. The
dog -cart had rounded the far-off
curve and was coming toward them. •
And the enan went on talking.
"You've felt every minute that I
was in a play that didn't belong to
me. You know !that if bhe man that
it did belong to was here, you'd be
here with him. You felt as if I'd
robbed him of it—and I'd robbed you.
It was your home—yours. You hat-
ed me too much to think of anything
else. Suppose --suppose there was a
way I could give it hack to you—
makeityour home again."
His voice dropped and was rather
unsteady. The fool, the gross, bru-
tal, vulgar, hopeless fool! He thought
this was the way to approach her, to
lead her to listen to his proposal of
marriage! Not for a second did she
guess that they were talking at cross
purposes. She did not know that as
he kept himself steady under her
contenvptuousness be was thinking
that Ann would u have to ownh
tat he
had been up against it hard andplen-
ty while the thing was going on.
"I'm always up against it when I'm
talking to you,' he said. "You get
Me rattled. There's things I want to
talk about and aak you. Suppose
you give me a chance, and let us
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start out by being 'sort of friends."
"I am staying in your hoose," she
answered in a deadly voice, "and I
cannot go away because my mother
will not let me. You can force your-
self upon •me if
you choose,b s
pot because
cannot help it• but, understand once
for all the w'
� I will not give you your
ridiculous chance. And I will not
utter one word to you when I can
avoid it."
He was silent for a .moment and
seemed to be thinking rather deeply.
She realized now that he saw tike
rearing dog -cart.
"You won't. Then it's up to me,"
he said. Then with a change of tone
he added, 'Pit stop the cart and tell
the man to drive you to the house.
I'm not going to force myself on
g
y�
you, as you call it. It'd be no use.
Perhaps it'll come all right in the
end."
He •made a sign to the groom, who
hastened his horse's pace and drew up
when he reached them.
"Take this lady back to the.bosaie,1
he said.
The groom, who was a new arriv
began to prepare to get down .4
give up his placer
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said
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"Won't
you get up and take" Che
reins, sir?" the *ran asked
tainly.
"No. I can't drive. You'll have to-
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'"Tkereie somdliting about bhp they
Eke, sad he represents what every-
body moat wants. 'For God's: rake!
Joan,. behave like a fool 'this
time.. The base 'is more desperate
There is nothing else—nothing." .
"There never was," said Joan, "and
I'knew the deoperatenees of the case.
How long are you going to stay
bore?"
"I ani going to stay for some time,
They are not conventional people. It
can be managed very well. We are
relative&"
"Will you stay," inquired Joan in
a low voice, 'until they ask you to
remove yourself?"
Lady Mallowe smiled an agreeably
subtle smile.
' "Not - quite that," she answered.
"Miss Alicia would never have, the
courage to suggest it. It bakes cour-
age and sophistication to do that sort
of thing. Mr. Temple Barholm evi-
dently wants us to remain. He will
be willing to make as much of the
relationship as we hoose to let him."
"Do you choose to let him make
as much of it as will establish us
here for weeks—or months?" Joan
asked, her law voice shaking a little.
"That Will depend entirely upon
circumstances. • It will, in fact, de-
pend entirely upon you," said Lady
Mallowe, her lips setting themselves
into a straight, thin line.
For an appreciable moment Joan
was silent; bult'after it she lost her
bead and whirled about.
"I shall go away," she cried.
"Where?" asked Lady Mallowe.
"Back 'to London."
"How much money have you?"
asked her mother. She knew she had
none. She was always sufficiently
shrewd to see that she had none. If
the girl had had a pound a week of
ber own, her mother had always re-
alized that she would have been un-
manageable. After the Jam T.em'ple
Barholm affair she would have been
capable of going to live alone in
slums. As it was, she knew enough
to be aware that she was too hand-
some to walk out into Piccadilly
without penny in her pocket; so it
had been ;last possible to keep her in-
doors."
"How much money have you?" she
repeated quietly. This was the way
in which t'•!'ir unbearable scenes be-
gan—the s nes which the servants
passing the r+oor paused to listen to
in the hope :hat her ladyship would
forget that r- .ed voices may be heard
by the discreet outsider.
"How much •money have you?" she
said again,
Joan looked at her; this time it was
for about five seconds.' Sir turned
her back on ber and, walked out of
the room. Shortly afterward Lady
Mallowe saw her walking down the
avenue in the rain, which was begin-
ning to fall.
She had Left the house because she
dared not stay in it. Once out in the
park she folded her long purple cloak
about her and - pulled her soft pur-
ple felt hat down over her brows,
-.waking swiftly under the big trees
without knowing where she intended
to go before she returned. She liked
the rain, she liked the heavy clouds;
she wore her dark purples because
she felt a fantastic, secret comfort in
calling them her mourning—her
mourning which she would wear for-
evermore.
No one could know so well as her-
self how desperate from her own point
of view the cage was. She had long
known that her mother would not
hesitate for a moment before any
chance of a second marriage which
would totally exclude her daughter
from her existence. Why should she,
after all, Joan thought? They had
always been antagonists. The mom-
ent of chane had been looming on
the horizon for •months. Sir Moses
Monaldini had hovered about fitfully
and evidently doubtfully, at first,
more certainly and frequently of
late, but always with a clearly ob-
jecting eye cant askance upon her-
self. With determination and desire
to establish a social certainty, astute
enough not to care specially for
young beauty and exact( s he did
not purpose to submit to, and keen
enough to see the advantage of a
handsome woman with bitter reason
to value what was offered to her in
the form of a luxurious future, Sir
Moses was moving toward action,
though with proper caution. He would
have no penniless daughters hanging
about e'cowling and sneering. None
of that for him. And .the ripest
apple upon the topmost bow in the
highest wind would not drop more
readily to his feet than her mother
would, Joan knew with Sharp and
shamed burningts.
• As the rain fell, she walked In h�r
purple cloak, unpaid for, and her pur-
ple hat, for which they had been
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were hendtdWp, err* clothes well
and tarried then! where they Weill*
be seen and talked, about. ow Ms
wouki be all over, . since it had been
Lady if ilibwe who bah. managed' *II
data*. Thrown upon iter • own re-
getates, Jn mould ,hive none
tbem,'evea-though eke mnet walk In
rags. Her education bad prepared
her for only otos,thitsg.-to quarry
weld, if *wk were on her aide. Lt
had never been on her -side. If she
had never met Jan, she would have
married somebody,. since that would
have been better than the inevitable
last slide into an aging life spent in
'cheap lodgings with her mother. But
Jem had been the beginning and the
end.
She bit her lips as she walked, and
suddenly tears swept down her cheeks
and dripped on to the purple 'cloth
foMed over her breast.
"And he sits in Jem's place! And
every day that common, foolish stare
will follow me!" she said.
He sat, it was true, in the place
Jem Temple Barholm would have oc-
cupied if he had been 'a living man,
and he looked at her a good deal.
Perhaps he sometimes .unconsciously
stared because she made him think
of many things. But if she had been
in a state of mind admitting of
judicial fairness, she would have been
obliged to own that it was not quite
a foolish stare. Absorbed,.abstract-
ed, perhaps, but it was not foolish.
Sometimes, on the contrary, it was
searching and keen.
Of course he was doing'his best to
please her. Of all the 'Ladies," it
seemed evident that he was most at-
tracted by her. He tried to taik to
her despite her unending rebuffs, he
followed her about and endeavored to
interest her, he presented s hide-
bound unsensitiveness when she did
her worst. Perhaps he did not even
know that she was 'being icily rude.
He was plainly "making up to her"
atter the manner of his class. He
was perhaps playing the part of the
patient adorer who melted by noble
long-suffering
in novels distinguished
byheroes of humble origin.
mb a ism.
She had reached the village when
the rain changed its mind, and with-
out warning began to pour dawn as
if the black cloud passing overhead
had suddenly opened. She was won-
dering if she would not turn in some-
where for shelter until the wgrst was
over when a door opened and Tem-
barom ran out with an umbrella.
"Come in to the Hibblethwaites
cottage, Lady Joan," he said. "This
will be over directly."
He did not affectionately hustle her
in by the arm as he would have
hustled in 'Mise. Alicia, but he close-
ly guarded her with the umbrella un-
til he guided her inside.
"Thank you," she said.
The first object she became aware
of was a thin fare with pointed chin
and ferret eyes peering at her round
the end of a sofa, then a sharp voice.
"Tak' off her cloak an' shake th'
rain off it in th' wash 'us," it said.
"Mother an' Aunt Susan's out. Let
him unbutton it fer thee."
"I can unbutton it myself, thank
you," said Lady Joan. Tembarom
tock it when she had unbuttoned it.
He took it from her shoulders be-
fore she had time to stop him. Then
he walked into the tiny "wash 'us"
and shook it thoroughly. He came
back and hung it on a chair before
the fire.
Tummas was leaning back in his
pillows and gazing at her.
"I know tha name," he said. "He
towel me," with a jerk of the head
toward Tembarom.
"Did he?" replied Lady Joan with-
out interest.
A 'flaringly illustrated New York
paper was spread out upon his sofa.
He pushed it aside and pulled the
shabby atlas toward him. It fell
open at a map of North America as
if through long habit.
"Sit thee down," he ordered.
embarom had stood watching them
bot .
guess you'd better not do that,"
he suggested to Tummas.
"Why not?" said the boy, sharply.
"She's th' wench he was goin' to
marry. It's th' same as if he'd mar-
ried her. If she wur his widder,
she'd want to talk about him. Wid-
ders anus wants to talk: Why
shouldn't she? Women's women.
He'd iia' wanted to talk about her."
"Whb is 'he'?" asked Joan with
stiff lips.
"The Temple Barholm as"'d be
here if he was na."
Joan turned .to Tembarom.
"Do you come here to talk to this
boy about him?" she said. "How
dare you!"
Tummas's eyes snapped; his voice
snapped also.
"He knew next to newt about him
till I towel 'him," he said. "Then he
came to ax me things an' foind out
more. He knows as much as I do
now. Us sits here an' talks him
over."
Lady Joan still addressed Tembar-
om.
"What interest can you have ill
the man who ought to be in your
place'?" she asked. "What possible
interest?"
"Well,*) he answered awkwardly,
"because he ought to be, I suppose,
Ain't that reason enough?"
He had never had to deal with
women who hated him and who were
angry and he did not know exactly
what to say. He had known very
few women, and he had always been
good-natured with them •and won
their liking in same measure. Also,
there was in his attitude toward this
particular woman a baffled' feeling
that be could not make her under-
stand him. She would' always think
of him as an enemy and believe be
or 0 o lk
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ONO things lit :Mil. Wei sAa�g, ,TS
*lad been tiled edttettted in Lair
tidy . �bave 'used ber own
• but be could use.. wdy his
o , and tberi-wvepe sa many things
he thee net say. tdr s tins* at least.
"that tioyonbasn ' pr � upon your
position—that you and this boy are
taking liberties?" -
Inmmes broke in wholly./ without
compunction,
l "I've tak.•n liberties aw my toife,"
he stated, ' an' I'm goi'r to tak' 'em
tl:l I dee. Theylre til' on'y things I
e�an-tak' !yin' here crippled, en' Din
goin' tohtak' 'em..
"Stop that, Tunrinas!" said Tent -
berme wibh friendly authority. 'the
doesn't catch on, and you don't catch
on, either. You're both of you may
off. Stop it!"
"I thought happen the could tell
As a things I didn't •know," protested
Tumtnas, throwing himself back on
his pillows. "If she conna, she ton-
na, an' if she wunnot, she wunpot.
Get out wi' thee!" he said 'to J n.
"I dunnot want thee about th' pi�"
"Say," said Tembarom, "shut up!"
"I am going," said Lady Joan and
turned to open the door.
The rain was descending in ton -
rents, but she passed swiftly out in-
to its deluge walking as rapidly as
she could. She thought she cared
nothing about tee rain, but it dashed
in her face and eyes, taking her
breath away, and she had need of
breath when her heart was beating
with such .fierceness.
"If she wur his wielder," the boy
had said.
Even chance could not let her alone
at one of her worst anoments. She
walked faster and faster because she
was afraid Tembarom would follow
her, land in a few minutes she heard
him splashing behind her, and then
he was at her side, holding the um-
brella over her head.
"You're a good walker," he said,
"but Pm a sprinter. I trained run-
ning after street cars am catching
the 'L' in New York."
She had so restrained her miserable
hysteric impulse to break down and
utterly humiliate herself under the
unexpected blow of the episode in
the cottage that she had ad had no
r
b each to spare when en she left the
room, and her hurried effort to es-
cape had left her se much less that
she did not speak.
"I'll tell you something," he went
on. "He's a Tittle freak, but you can't
blame him much. Don't be mad at
him. He's never moved from that
corner since he was born, I guess,
and he's got nothing to do or to think
of but just hearing what's happening
outside. He's sort of crazy curious,
and when he gets hold of a thing that
suits him he just bolds on to it till
the last bell rings."
She said nothing whatever, and he
paused a moment because he wanted
to think over the best way to say
the next thing.
"Mr. James Temple Barholm"—he
ventured it with more delicacy of de-
sire not to seem to "take liberties"
than she would have credited him
with—"saw his •mother sitting.. with
him in her'arms at the cottage door
a week or so after he was born. He
stopped at the gate and talked to her
about him, and he left him a sov-
ereisn. He's got it now. It seems a
fortune to him. He's made a sort of
idol of him. That's why he talks like
he does. I wouldn't let it make me
orad if I were you."
He did not know that she could
not have answered him if she would,
that s'he felt that if he did not stop
she might fling herself down upon
the wet heather and wail aloud.
"You don't like me," he began af-
ter they had walked a few steps far-
ther. You don't like me."
This was actually better .It choked
back the sobs rising in her throat,
The stupid shock of it, his tasteless
foolishness, helped her by its very
folly to a sort of defense against the
disastrous wave of emotion she might
not have been able to control. She
gathered herself together.
"It must be an 'unusual experi-
ence," she answered.
"Well, it is—sort of," he said, but
in a manner curiously free from
fatuous swagger. "I've had luck that
way. I guess it's been because I'g
got to make friends so as I could
earn a living. It seems sort of queer
to know that some one's got a grouch
against me—that I can't get away
with." .
She looked up the avenue to see
how much farther they must walk to-
gether, sine she was not "a sprin-
ter" and could not get away from him.
She thought she caught a glimpse
through the trees of a dog -cart driven
by a groon, and hoped she had not
mistaken, and that it was driving in
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