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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1922-03-24, Page 7by.' Richard Harding Davis Charles Scribner's Sops, New York. (Oontinued from last. week.) Clay shrugged his shoulders im- patiently, and looke .aetoss at Mies Longhorn with a troubled smile. "But that's just what 1 don't want," he said. *Caret Sem see? These mines and ether mines like them are all L have in 'the world. They are my only excuse for baying Heed ia it so long. I want to feel that I've done siomething outside of myself, and when you say that you like me personally, it's as little sat- isfaction to me as it must be to a woman to be congratulated on 'her beauty, or on her fine voice. That are so young amd you have— is nothing she has done herself. I Clay did not hear her. He was should like ou to value what I have leaning forward looking moodily out across the water, with las folded arms clasped across bis knees. "I have not made the most of my- self," he repeated; "that ds whet you said."' 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Pl stay WI* you. if• you ; t. wished from thet other steinge young wish." - man. .He lias eip. hold, so hand:none, ' "NOnsensel" laughea Hoye. 'WV. ! and e led 'lit life •and spoke of giyou, father; .460 bot that the nen were. net coon4ng also, hookWs yen toit 1 such a fresh, unhackneyed-spir- about me. I'll read someithilng, _big . Hope Started the launch, With A 'brisk lie pleased. But here was a man Who "Good -night, '', Cisoierella,7 ging yi „„., , ., „ •,,gatt ,0,1,9,1 smi ,dt,,, ,,,,,, •, Stivs . ,et WI , tlf,tt, r V4k, is. 7lie might. make hirnself anything, other and go to bed," longing of' bells and a whirl of -the wheel and a smile over 'her shoulder type than an individual woman, but at the figures on the 'wharf. I already had etterything or who could celled out to her. your ;picture, the one I carry in my "Wily didn't you go?" said Cl get it as eardly as he could increase "Good -night, Prince Charming," watch, meant all that 'part of life "you have no businets at the Custom the speed' of the launch, by pulling. Hope answied., some wire with his finger. Both Cla and Xing felt that the that I have never known, the sweet- House." She recalled one day when they girl would at mind missing the ball ness..and the nobleness Ad grace of "Neither have you," said 'MacNeil - were all on board'of this same launch eft much as she would the fact of . civilikation,--something I hoped I Hems. "But I guess we both under.- , and the, machinery had broken down, having 'been treated like a child in would some day have time to enjoy. stand. There's 110 good pushing your and MacWilliams had gone forward their presence, so they refrained from So you see," he added, with an un- lace too far." hear that I havcertain laugh, "it's less pleasant to failed to make the ti" "What do you amen by that—this to look at it. lie had called Clay to 'any expreseion of sympathy or regret help him, and she remeineered how but raised their hats and bowed a 'e me most of myself from you than from "Why, what have we to do witial they had both gone down on their little more impressively than usual almiest any one else." m all of this?" cried MacWilliams. "It's knees and asked the engineer and as the carriage drove away. "But, Mr. Clay," protested the what I keep telling you every "' m v i fireman to roes thewrenches and The picture ' Hope ruiree, he she . 1 oil-eans, while King preteeted mild- stood deserted and forlorn on the girl, anrciausle "1 tidies you levee We're not in that class, and you're ly, and the rest sat helplessly in the steps of the empty house in her new dome wonderfully wyll. I only 2,aid only making it .hareler for yourself 1 hot glare of the see, as the boat Tose finery, struck 'Clay as unnecessarily that I ,wantoie you ti do more. You when they've gone. I cell it cruelty and fell on the waves. She resented pathetic. He felt a strong sense of done, not vs t I happen to. be." Miss Lanham turned' her eyes to the harbor, and it was sorne short time before she ,answered. "You are a very difficult person to please," she said, "and most exacting. As a rule men are satisfied ti be lik- ed for any reason. I confess frank- ly, since you insist upon it, teat I do He drew in his breath and shook not rise to the point of appreciating his head with a hopeless laefee and your work 'as the others de. I sup- leaned back against the Tailing of the pose it is a fault," she continued, with boat-bouse with the weariness in his an Sir that plainly said that she con- attitude of a man who has given up sidered it, on the coetrary. something after a long struggle. of a virtue. "And if I knew mare "No," he said with a bitter flip - about it technically, I .might see more parley in his voice, "I don't amount in it to 'admire. But I am looking to much. But, my God!" he laughed, farther on for better things from and turning his head away, "when you. The friends who help us the you think what I was! This doesn't most are not always those who con- seem much to you, and it doesn't eider us perfect, are they?" she ask- seem much to me now that I have ed, with a kindly smile. She raised your point of view on it, but when 1 her eyes to the great ore -pier that remembei.v. Clay stopped again and stretched out across the water, the pressed his lips together and shook rine ugly blot in the scene of natural his head. His half-closed eyes, that beauty about them. "I think that is seemed to be looking back into his all very well," she said; "but I cer- past, lighted as they fell on King's tainly expect you to do more than white yacht, •and he raised his arm that. I have met 'many remarkable and minted to it with a wave of men in all parts of the world. and I the hand, "When I was sixteen I know what a .strong man is, and wes a sailer before the mast," he you have one of the strongest per- said, "the sort of sailor that King's sonalities I have known. But you crew out there wouldn't recognize in can't mean that you are content to the same profession. I was of so stop with this. You should be some- little account that I've been knocked thing bigger and more wide'reaelling the length of the main deck at the and mere lasting. Indeed, it hurts • ,and of the mate's fist, and left to lie me to see you wasting your rime here bleeding in the scuppers for dead. I over my father's interests. You ,leruln't a thing to niy name then but should exert that seine energy on a , the clothes I wore. and I've had to broader map. Yon could make v • '''un- , go aloft in a hurricane and cling to self anything you chose. At home a swinging rope with my bare toes you "ulii be your n'artl''''" 1'1" in '; and pull. at a wet sheet until my fin - polities, or -you could be a great gen- ger-noloi brok.e and started in their eral, or a great finareser. 1 say this seekets; and I've been a cowboy, with because know there areiwanth 1 me ne companions for six months of the things in you. and beenn" 1 year but eight thousand head of you to make the prig! of your tal- t cattle and men as riumb arid untamed ents. am anxious to see y(111 put your powers to something worth ntilyie steers themselves. I've sat rn saddle night after night, with while." overhead but the stars, and Miss Longhorn's voice carried with 1 nothing it such a tone of sin2erity that she i rnhreathing 'their sleet). The We - sound but the noise of the steers men I knew were Indian squaws, and see phis of the eitilors' drincehouses and the gambling -hells of Sioux City and Abilene, and Callao and Port Said. That was what I was and those were rny companions. "Why!" he laughed, rising and striding across thee boat -house with his hands locked behind him, "I've fought on the mud -floor of a Mexican shook, with a naked knife in my hand. for my last dollar. I was as low and as desper- ate as that. And now—" Clay lift- ed his head and smiled. "Now," lie s.aid, in a lower voice and; addressing Mies Langham with a returit .of his usual grave politeness, "I am able to sit beside you and talk to you. I have risen to that. I am quite con- tent," Ile paused and looked et Miss Lang - ham 'uncertainly for a few moments as though in doubt as to whether she would understand him if he continued. "And though it means nothing to you,"' he said, "and though as you say I am here as your father's em- ployee, there are other places, per.. haps, where I am better known. In Edinburgh or Berlin or Paris, if you were to ,ask the people of my own sinfession, they could tell you some- thing of me. If wished it, I could drop this active work to -morrow and continue as an adviser, as an expert, but I like the active part 'better. I like doing things myself. I don't say, '1 put it differently. I say,— 'There are five mountains or iron. You are to, take them up and trans- port them from Seuth Amerioa to North America. where they will be Homed into railroads and ironclad's.' That's my way of looking at it. It's better to bind a laurel to the plough than to call yourself hard name. It makes your werk easier—ahnost noble. Cannot you Sf it that way, too?" Before Miss Langham could an- swer, .0 deprecatory cough from one side of the (men beat -house startled th , and 1 urnine they saw llama coming towers them They had been en intent mem whet Clay was saying that be hard approached them over the soft send of the brach with- out their knowing it. Miss Lang:hard welcomed his arrival with evident pleasure. "The launch is waiting for yen at the end . of the. piee," MacWilliams said. Mies Lane:ham rose and the three waliced together down the length of the wharf. MaeWilliems moving briskly in advance in order to enable them to continue the con- versation • he had interrupted, hut they followed doge behind him, as 't• though neither of them were desirous stone, 142 Ring W., Toronto. of such an opportunity. • Sold by' B. Umbach. Miss Longhorn, and while the latter Hope and King had both come for In Walton by •W;43. Neal. was .helping 'her to place on the cushions, and repeating his regrets alntoet succeeded in deeeiving her self. And yet she would have herd- ly cared to explain just why she had reproached the man before her after 'this fashion. For she knew that when she spoke as she had done, she was beating about to find some rea- son that would justify her in not caring for him, as she lethiv she, could care—as she would not allow herself to care. The main at her side had wort her interest from the first, and later bad ocoupied 'her thoughts to entirely, that it troubled her peace of mind. Yet she would not let her feeling for him wax and grow stronger, but kept it down. And she was trying 'now 'to persuade herself that she did this because there was something lacking in him and. not in her. She was .almost angry with him for being so much to her arid for not being more acceptable in little things, like the other men she knew. So she found this fault with him in or- der that see might justify her own lack of feeling. But Clay, who only heard the words and could not go back of them to find 'the motive, could not know this. He sat perfectly still when she had finished and looked steadily out a- cross the ,harbor. His eyes fell on the .ugly ore -pier, and he winced and uttered a short grim laugh. "That's true, what you say," he began, "I haven't done much. You are quite right. Only—" he looked up at her curiously and smiled— "only you should not have been the 'one to tell see of it." Miss Leighton/ bad _been so far carried away, by her own point of view -that she had not considered Clay areisnow that she saw what mischief she had done, she gave quick gasp • of regret, and leaned forward as though to add some explanation to what she .had said. But Clay stop - Peel her.'"I mean by that," he said, "that the great part of the inspire- - tion 1 have had to do what little 1 have done came from you. You were'a sort of promise of something better to me. You were more a a to animals myself, having women like that arou-nd. Up North, where everybody's white, you, don't notice it so much, but down here—Lord!" "That's absurd," Clay answered. "Why should you turn your back on civilization when it conies to you, just because you're not going back to civilization by the next steamer? Every person you meet either helps you or hurts you. Those girls help us, even if they do make the life here seem bare and mean." "Bare and mean!" repeated Mac- Williams incredulously. "1 think that's just what they don't do. I like it all the better because theyhe mix- ed -op in it. I never took sh much interest in your mines until she took to riding over them, and I didn't think great shakes of my old ore - road, either, but now that she's got to acting as engineer, it's sort of nickel -plated the whole outfit. I'm going to name the new engine after her—when it gets here—if her old man will let 510." "What do you mean? Mies Lang - ham hasn't been to the mines but once, has she?" "Mies Longhorn!" exclaimed Mac- Williams. "No, mean the other, Miss Hope. She comes out with Ted nearly every day now, and she's learning how to run a locomotive. Just for fun, you know," he addled, reassuringly. "I didn't suppose she had any in- tention of joining the Brotherhood," said Clay. "So she's been out every day, has ehe? I like that," he com- mented, enthusiastically. "She's a fine, sweet girl." "Fine, sweet girl!" growled Mac- Williams. "I should hope so. She's the best. They don't make them any better than that, and just think, if she's like that now, what will she be when she's grown up, when she's learned a few things? Now her sis- ter. You can see just what her sis- ter will he at thirty, and at fifty, and at eighty. She's t'horoughbred and she's the most beautiful woman to look at I ever saw—hut, my son— she is too careful, She hasn't any illusions, and no sense of humor. And a• woman with no illusions and 710 sense of humor is going to be mon- otonous. You can't teach her any- thing. You can't imagine yourself telling her anything she doesn't know. The things we think important don't reach her at all. They're not in her line, and M everything else she knows more than we could ever guess at. But that Miss Hope! It's a privilege to show her about. She wants to see everything, and learn everything, and she goes poking her head into open- ings and down shafts like a little fox terrier. And she'll sit etill and listen with her eyes wide open and tears in them, tee, and she doesn't know it—until you can't talk your- self for just looking at her." Clay rose and moved on to the house in silence. He was glad that MacWilliams had interrupted him when he did. He wondered whether he understood Alice Langham after all. He had seen many fine ladies before during his brief visits, to Lon- don, and Berlin, and Vienna, and they had shown him favor. lie had known other women not so fine. Spanish-American senoritas through Central and South America, the wives and daughters of English merchants exiled along the Pacific coast, -whose fair skin and yellow hair whitened and 'bleached under ,the hot tropical sons. He had known many women, and he could have quoted "Triads and troubles amany, - Have proved me; One ar two women God bless them! Have loved me." But the woman he was to marry ,must have all the things 'he lacked. She moist ,fill out and complete him where he was wanting. This woman possessed all of these things. She ISTHMA SInokina-No Sprayino--No Snuff Jost Swallow a Caosuie RAZ -MAH Is Guaranteed ilS normal breathing, atop mucsta c ga in the bronchial tubes. give nights of quiet Sleep; Contains no log drug $1.eall at your rtrug- 'Trial free at our agencies or write USE RAZ -MAH Clay's interest in thy accident, and his pleasure when he had made the machinery right once more, arid his appearance as he case, back to them with oily hands and with his face glowing from the heat of the furnace, wiping his grimy fingers on a piece of packing. She had resented the equality with whieh he treated the engineer in asking his advice, and it rather surprised her that the crew" saluted him when he stepped into the launch .again that night as though he were the owner. She had expected that they would patronize ham, and she imagined after this incident that she detected a shade of difference in the manner of the sailors toward Clay, as though he had cheapened himself to them—as he had to her. VII At ten p'olock that same evening Clay began to prepare himself for the ball at the Government palace, and MacWilliams, who was not invit- ed, watched him dress with, critical approval that showed no sign of envy. The better to do honer to the Presi- dent, Clay had brought out several foreign orders, and MacWilliams help- ed .him to tie around 'his Meek the collar of the Red Eagle which the German Emperor had eiven him, and to fasten the ribbon and cross of the Star of Olencho acrose hie breasesed a Spanish ordler and the Legion of Honor to the lapel of hie coat. Mac- Williams surveyed thi• effect of the tiny enamelled cross,- with his head on one side, an51 wit't the same air of affectionate pride and concern that a mother show -s over her daughter's first bale -dress. "Got any more?" he asked, anxious- ly. "I have some war medals," Clay ansavered, smiling doubtfully. "But Every Year She Suffered Rearfof Mrs. Ryder's Relief hong Eczema—A BRIEF STORY Still another letter for the liquid wash for eczema. from a sufferer who had chronic attack, --emesea her face -winter after winter, Mrs. As. H. Ryder of Pleasant Point, St. John Co.,. N. D.. tells nf the many dollars spent with doc- tors. and other remedlea, of her suffering and disfigurement, winter after wintgr, and of her r,l,of with one bottle of D. D. D. If You have not been reading the weekly let- ters from Canadian sufferers, come In and we will tell von of what D. D. D. has done right in your own neighborhood. We don't hesitate to guattantee that the first bottle will give you relief or your money back. Stop Mot itch at once. 11.10 a bottle. 'Try D. D. D. Soap, too. • 11004. 19tion fbr SitinDisease FOR SALE BY ALL DEALERS resentment against iher sister and her fither. and thanked heaveri de- vouti that he was out of their class, and hen Miira Longhorn continued to express her sorrow that she had been forced to act as she had done, he renleined silent. It seemed to Clay such a simple thing to give elhil- &en pleasure, and to remember that emir woes were always out of all proportion to the cause. Children, dumb animals, and blind people were always grouped together in his mind as objects demanding the most tender and constant consideration. So the pleasure of the evening was spoiled for him while he remembered the hurt and disappointed look in Hope's face, and when Miss Langham asked him why .he was so preoccupied, he told her bluntly that he thought she had been very unkind to Hope, and that her objections were absurd. Miss Langham held herself a little more stiffly. "Perhaps you do 'not quite understand, Mr. Clay," she said. 'So.me of us have to conform to cer- tain rules that the people with whom we best like to associate have laid down for themselves. If we choose to be conventional, it is probably be- cause we find it makes life easier for the greater number. You eannot think it was a pleasant task for me. But I have given up things of mach more importance than a 'dance for the sake of appearances, and Hope her- self will see to -morrow that 1 aoted for the best" Clay said he trusted so, but doubt- ed it, and. by way of re-establishing himself in Miss Longhorn's good fav- or, asked her if she could give him the next dance. But Miss Langham was not to be propitiated. "I'm sorry," she said, "but I be- lieve I am engaged until supper time. Come and ask nae then, and I'll have I'm not to uniform. one .saved for yop. But there is "Oh, that's all right," declared something you can do," she added. "I MacWilliams. "Pu t 'om on , put 'em left my fan in the carriage—do you all on. Give the girls a tri.•at. Every- think you could manage to get it body will think they were given for for me without much trouble?" feats of swimming, anyway; but they will show up well from the front. Now, then, you look like a drum - major or a conjuring chap." "I do not," said Clay. "I look like a French Ambassador, and I hardly underatand how you find courage to speak to nie at all." He went up the hill in high spir- its, and found the carriage at the door and King, Mr. Langham, and Miss Larrgham sitting waiting for him. They were ready to depart, and Miss Langham had but just seated herself in ,the carriage when they heard hurrying across the tiled floor a quiok, light step and the rustle of silk, and turning they saw Hope standing in the door way, radiant and smiling. She wore a white frock that reached to the ground, and that left her arms and shoulders bare. Her hair was dressed high upon her head, and she was pulling vigorously at a pair of long, tan -colored gloves. The transformation was so complete, and the girl looked so much older and so stately and beautiful, that the two young men. stared at her in silent ad- miration and, astonishment "Why, Hope!" exclaimed her sister. "What does thio mean?" Hope stiopposi in some alarm, and clasped her hair with both hands. 'What is it?" she asked; "is anything wrong?" 'Why, my dear child," said her aister, "you're not thinking of going with 1.16, are you?" with going?" echoed the younger sister, in dismay. "Why, Alice, why not? I was asked." "But, Hope— Father," said the elder sister, stepping out of the ear- niage and turning to Mr. Langharn. "you didn't intend t hat Hope should go, did you? She's not out yet." "Oh, nonsense," said Hope, defi- antly. But, she drew in her breath quickly and blu.shed, as she saw the two young men moving away out of hearing of this family crisis. She felt that she was hying made to look like a spoiled ehild. "It doesn't count down here," she 'said, "and, I want to go 1 thought you knew I was going all the lime. Mamie made this frock for me on purpose." et don't think Mom is old enough," the elder sister seid, addressing her father, "and if She goes to dances here, there's no tossen why she should not go to those at home," "But I don't wanteto go to dances at home," internipted Hope. 'Me Larrightur looked ,exceedingly uneo.mfortable, and turned appealing- ly to his elder dollish/ter. "What do you think, Alice?" he said, doubt- fully. "I'm sorry," Miss Langham replied, "but I know it would not be at all proper. I :hate to seem horrid about it, Hope, but intend- you are tho 3roung, and the men here are not the men, a young girl ought to .ineet." "You meet them. 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