' T I '7 w5-jaafci EVENING LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, STOBER 7, 1915. y t T5 THE 5DOAD HIGHWAY A Talo ol 19th Cbntury England, Full of the Thrills of Adventuro and Spirit of Romance By JEPFERY FARNOL ...H.hL 1015, Utile, Brown A Co. ...... Vlbart. n nngllih scholar, de- "". .,.-,(, imrlii. Hlr ntofe. VIDnrt. ....IAT1I UI'UII .....--. ;-. . .. totgt Vlbi 7S by IrVA" ".t";.i nl 10 KUlneae ( BK.n. Meurici t liuvK") Vlb.rt. a no- l?.'",.flrfbndrK,urS51 ISi.. will alee provides I50O.OUO for the one llhS marries the ''" "op"1 Oeftpn within 'i raarrle. the iH sopnia n.uon wiimn ho , memr nll ,h1 p,utionl of t u KillA with whom he lled. Sir St-iirA Anairuther, dei-ldee to to down . UroeS ll.y of KAt . and live. n. tlane td "'" ".T""CIV i'"" - - k. 1 'niXal tll of hit excltlnir adventure. !S5 '-...Ei. fil..lnrhnrt vtl as., where u Mcamta a black.mTui In the emploT of tntll he reache. ), tcomea a bl i:Sl"'ho5;. in. hollow, in. win- SJKr. feature In the nrat xK . " 'et?r li Ittce t"n mftajen lor me cousin ttV !e that Peter la clean .haven and te a1'lh.b" l'nnln of .Book II. I. 1 lif! he nnde a atranse. women about to J S5St at a man entering hi. home. It I. hi. i !iifi Maurice, whom he beate Into In 1 JSiMIlt" aft" a fierce etniHle. A poa. TJTiwi help. Peter ""ov " Palrate ' 'narmlan eve dyrln lh n,UM' "! ' hin riter awake, he find, only a note ' Tm aer and a locket. "Black" Oeora. , ImU iValouay of r-.t.r ha. been ..rowing TtKoV suddenly 'leave, the .hop. Pru. &Td."e? end the two decide to Induce (r, ": . Jv..M nr. hnwr.tr. la con- 1 aS-d that Prudence- and Teter are In love. i vXm nUrnumr from hi. vain .rch t X. "niaek" Oeorge, he. find that Char- iniin Ma come hack to nia-nome. aiewnisht. later Teter .rneetaa broom v,nd'rr.o tell, him that "Black" Oeorte ffi'wifed to ruht "the ceve" who baa JSen hla eweetn.art'e love until one or "J.?.. .,d Charmlan U speaking of nrff.'". auhJe'te at home. BOOK II. CHAPTER XV.-Contlnued. IX' "And-Tour cousin Sir Maurice re the conditions tne tame in nis caeoj "Preclielyl" -6hT' eald Charmlan, Just bs softly ns u. "and this lady-sht will not- rarrr youT"' ',V I answered. I"Afe you quite sure?" I-CerUlnl-you see, I never Intend to wk- her." Icharrhlan suddenly raised her head and Ifeokod at me. t'inVhy not, Teter?" fnecause. should I ever marry a ro bots contingency, and moat Improbable 1 am sufficiently seu-wuieu 10 preier 10 rt my own choice In tho matter; more- tWer, this lady Is a colebrated toast, and M would be moat repugnant to me that jby wife's name should ever have been handled from mouth to mouth, and hic coughed out over slopping wineglasses" S?The pen slipped from CharmlarTs fin ".. - T nili1,l Mini r to the Iioor, ana ociuic . v-uu.u j-.w It up he had foicstalled me, so that hfn she raised her head she was flushed jrllh stooping. f "Have you ever seen this lady, Peter?" "Never, but I have heard of her 'and no has nun 'What have you heard?" fThat she galloped her horse up and .own the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral, for one, thing." ''What more?" f'That he Is proud, and passionate, and .Hodden of temper In a word, a virago l "Virago! saia wnarmian. Hinging ui ker head. "Vlragol" I nodded, "though sho la ifemdeouie, I understand In a strapping; vay-and I havo it on very excellent au thority that she ton. black-browed god mj, a peach, axicrx veritable plum." t" 'Strapping" Is a hateful word, Peter!" I "But very descriptive." s-And-docsn't she Interest you a little, Peter?" t"Not In the leasW said I. "And. nrav. why not?" 'Because I care very little for either eteche or plums." L"Or WacK-browed goaaesses, vmeri f "Not It she- is big and strapping, and jaome3ses a temper." p suppose ld eucn a inuiueuijiici ue fou a woman or a goddess, black-browed r not. can scarcnly compare with, or ww' to rival an old book, can she, sir?" tTVhy, that depends, Charmlan." ,"0n what?" ,"0n the bodk." said I. Cliarmlan rested her round elbows upon file table, and, setting her chin in her lands, stared squarely at me. ITeter," ald she. l-Yei, Charmlan?" I If ever you did meet this lady I ItJnk fWelir ill know IrWhat?" VThat you would fall a very easy vlo- nr 1 think not," said I. "Ton would bA her kIava In a. month ( weeks or much less " rrcpoticrouai" i exciaimea. i"If he set herself to make youl" rnat would bo very Immodestl" said oesiaes, no woman can make a man her?" 'Do your books teach you that, Peter?" , nnaing I did not answer, she hed and nodded her head at me. bi would be head over cars In love lere you knew It!" I think not." said J, smiling. iou are tne kind of man who would K sick with love, and never know t oiled him." 'Any man in such n. condition wnuld hn ftlful ass!" said I. irrolan only laughed at me again, vent bark In Iiai. xrlhhllne' Then. if this lady married you." said i auononiy, "you would be a gentleman SOOd nnaltlnn m ,n.tH9., MM'" ,uPPe ao and probably ml- And rich, Peter?" ; i Should hava mnra than Dnnitfrh gUad of belnr a village black- lth Just enough, and absurdly happy wnwnv I added, "which la far i aeairebie at least I think so." you mean to sav that vou would tr exl.t hero, and maku horseshoe yettp if i.a,ii.. ..n..j .H ,-y" -.--, v..n, JIIQ IHjnVKm uu iTAnd married to " fctVi .??rr,J to the !dr Bophtar iTnanltelyl" aald j. n your cousin. b far as you are fea, ta free to woo and win her I your unplAa ?... ., Ilatlu l,h hlm w11 o' hl bargain I" g4 "A for me. I ehall probably "T io uve nere and make horse--wlfeless and content" wrrtage so hateful to you?" TT mo,traci-noj lor in my mind alata a woman whom I think I -very irreatlv: hut. !n the - beemia iiw ! ....... ' t W0.rM that ' ,lk thJ woman r aalnii o flawlessly perfect this r woraanr jL,??t hp ' would respect for T nM,ti4 Iiaha m .. -...j Vh - --... nviiur ur icr prvuu a'eter." w I would worship for her broad Mr gentlenesa'aiid. spotless pur Tier," lOVA With .11 . . ax. -- VZT: weet womanhood-in a, word. UJ, eUtomu )f all that Js true and m n . ... j aWi-- . "f you unaeraiana gJJi sir. and all your knowledge - a ner virtues and fallings, 7i rJrelntel by history and dla- L a. i """' ' utterly false anl Imu r "' courae. mis imaginary k"C unrn.?0Mrf ,s MreHl. 'WpoUlesa. .i one upoke Uiu, 1 114 tow 1 my pipe and stared, but, before I could get my breath, she began again, with curllna; Up and lashes that drooped dis dainfully. "I qulto understand that thcro can be no woman worthy of Mr. Peter Vlbart sho whom he would honor with marriage must be specially created for hlmt Ahl but some day a woman a real, live woman-will come Into his life, and tho touch of her hand, the glance of her eyes, the warmth of her breath, will dispel this poor, misty creature of his Imagina tion, who wilt fade and fade, and vanish Into nothingness. And when the real woman has shown him how utterly false and Impossible this dream woman was then, Mr. Peter Vlbart, I hope she will laugh at you as I do. and turn her back upon you as I do, and leave you as I do for tho very superior, very pedantic pedant that you are and scorn you as I do, most of all because you are merely a creaturel" With tho word, she flung up her head and stamped her foot at me, and turning swept out through tho open door Into tho moonlight. "Creature." said 1, and so sat staring at the table, and the walls, and tho floor, and the rafters In a blank amaze ment Dut In a while, my amazement growing, I went and stood In tho doorway, look ing at Charmlan, but saying nothing. And as I watched, she began to sing softly to horself, and, putting up her hand, drow the comb from her hair so that it fell down, rippling about her neck and shoulders. And, singing softly thus, she shook her hair about her. so that I saw It curled far below her wals1?; stooped her head, and. parting It upon her neck, drew It over cither choulder, whence it flowed far down over her boso in two glorious waver, for the moon, peeping through tho rift In the leaves above, sent down her beams ta wake small flrer In It. that came and went, and winked with her breathing. "Charmlan, you have glorious hair'." said I, speaking on the Impulse a thing I rarely do. Dut Charmlan only combed her tresses, and went on singing to herself. "Charmlan," said I again, "what did you mean when you called me a crea ture?" Charmlan went on singing. "You called mo a 'pedant' once before; to bo told that I am superior, also, Is most disquieting. I fear my manner must be very unfortunate to afford you such an opinion of me." Charmlan went on singing. "Naturally I am much perturbed, and doubly anxious to know what you wish mo to understand by the epithet 'crea ture' ?" Charmlan went on singing. Wherefore, seeing she did not Intend to answer me, I presently re-entered tho cottage. Now It Is ever my custom, when at all troubled or put out In any way, to ,eek consolation In my books; hence, I now took up my Homer and, trimming tho candles, sat down at the table. In a little whllo Charmlan came In, still humming the air of her song and not troubling even to glance In my di rection.' Some days bofore, at her request, I had brought her linen and lace and ribands from Cranbrook, and these she now took out. together with needle and cotton, and, sitting down at the opposite side of the table, began to sew. She was still humming, and this of It self distracted my .mind from tho lines efore me; moreover, my eye was fasci nated by the gleam of her flying needle, and I began tq debate within myself what she was making. It (whatever It might .be) was, ruffled and edged with lace, and caught here and there with llttlo bows of blue riband, and from these, and divers other evidences, I had concluded it to be a garment of some sort, and was casting about in my mind to account for these bows of riband when, glancing up suddenly, she. caught my eye! whereupon, for no reason In the world. I felt suddenly guilty, to hide which I began to search through my pockets for my pipe. "On the mantelshelf!" said she. "What is?" "Your pipe!" "Thank you!" said I, and reached it down. "What are you reading?" she inquired; "Is It of Helen or Aspasla or Phryne?" "Neither It is the parting of Hector and Androjnache," I answered. "Is It very Interesting?" "Yes." "Then why do your eyes wander so often from the pager' "I know many of the lines by heart, said I. And. having lighted my pipe. I took up the book and once more began to read. Yet I was conscious, all the time, of Charmlan's flashing needle, also sho had begun to hum again. And. after I had endeavored to read, and Charmlan had hummed for perhaps five minutes, I lowered my book and, sighing, glanced at her. "I am trying to read, Charmlan. "So I see." "And your humming confuses me." "It is very quiet outside, Peter." "Dut I cannot read by moonlight. Char- "Then-don't read, Peter." Here she nibbled her thread with white teeth and held up what she. had beea sowing to view the effect of a bow of r band, with her head very much on one side. An t inwardlv wondered that she should spend so much care upon such frippery-all senseless-bows and wee". To hum la a very disturbing habit!" said I. "To smoko an evil-smelling pipe is worse much worse, Peterl" "I beg your pardon!" said I, and laid tho offending object back upon the man- "Aro you angry, Teter? ' "Not in the least; I am only sorry that my smoking annoyed you had I known before " . , A1 "It didn't annoy me in the leastl "Dut from what you said I under- "No, Peter, you did not understand ; you never understand, and I don't think you ever will understand anything but your Helena and Phrynes and your Latin and Greek philosophers, and that Is what makes you so very annoying, and so-ao quaintly original!" "Dut you certainly found fault with ro"Naturally!-dldn't you find fault with my humming?" .. "Heally," said I. "really, I fall to see" "Of course you do!" sighed Charmlan. Whereupon there fell a silence between us. during which she sewed Industriously, and I went forth with brave Hector to face the mighty Achillea. But my eye had traversed barely 20 lines when: 'Peter?'' Yea?" "Do you remember my giving you a locket r "Yes." "Where Is It?" 'Ohl I have It stllr-somewhere." "Somewhere, air?" she repeated, glanc In at me with raised brows. Somewhero safesald I, filing my eyes U?'U had iTriband attached, hadn't It?" "Yes," "A pink riband, If I. ra,member-yea, P "No-It was blue!" said I. unguardedly. "Are you sure. Peter?" And here, glancing up, I saw that she was watch log me beneath her lMhf , , ... , "Yes," I answered, "that Is-I think so, Then you era not aref ' blue riband," and I turned over a page very ostentatiously. 'Ohl" said Charmlan, and there was another pause, during which I construed probably CO lines or so. "Peter?'' "Well?" "Where did you say It was -now my locket?" "t didn't say It was anywhere." No. you said It was 'somewhere' In a rather vague sort of way, Petor." "Well, perhaps I did," said I. frowning at my book. "It Is not very valuable, but I prized It for association's sake, reter." "Ah! yea, to be sure," said I, feigning to bo wholly absorbed. "1 was wondering If you ever wear It, Peter?" "War 111" I exclaimed, and, glancing furtively down at myself, was relieved to see that there were no signs of a be traying blue riband: "wear It!" said I again, "why should I wear It?" "Why, Indeed, Peter, unless It wns be cause It was there to wear." Suddenly she uttered an exclamation of annoy ance,, and, taking up a candle, began looking about the floor. "What have you l.st?" "My needle! I think It must have fallen under the table, and needles are precious in this wilderness; won't you please help me to find It?" "With pleasure!" said I. setting: down upon my hands and knees, and together we began to hunt for the lost needle. Now, In our search, It chanced that we drew near together, and onco her hand touched mine, and onco her soft hair brushed my cheek, and there stole over me a perfume Ilka the breath of violets, the fragrance that I always associated with her, faint and sweet and alluring so much so, that I drew, back from fur ther chance of contact, and kept my eyes directed to the floor. And, after I had sought vainly for some time, I raised my head and looked at Charmlan, to And her regarding mo with a very strange expression. "What is lt?' I Inquired. "Have you found the needle?" Charmlan sat back on her heels and laughed softly. "Oh, yes; I'vo found the needle, Peter, that Is I never lost it." "Why, then what what did you mean?" For answer sho raised her hand and pointed to my breast. Then, glancing hurriedly down. I saw that tho locket had slipped forward through tho bosom of my shirt and hung In plain view. I made an Instinctive movement to hide It, but hearing her laugh looked at her In stead. "So this was why you asked me to stoop to find your needle?" "Yes, Peter." "Then you knew?" "Of course I knew." "Hum!"' said I. A distant clock chimed 11, and Charmlan began to fold away her work, seeing which I rose and took up my candle. "And pray " "Well?" "And pray," said I, staring hard nt the flame of my candle, "how did you hap pen to find out?" "Very simply I saw the riband round your neck days ago. Good night, Peter!" "Oh," said I. "Good night!" OHAPTER XVI. "My lady sweet, arliel My lady .we.t. aria. With everything that pretty I. My lady aweet. arlao; Art", arlae." IT WAS morning and Charmlan was singing. The pure, rich notes floated In at my open lattice a,nd I heard tho clatter of her pall at she went to fetch water from tho brook. Wherefore I prcs' ently stepped out Into the sunshine, my coat and neckcloth across my arm, to plunge my head and face Into the brook and carry back tho heavy bucket for her, as was my custom. Being come to the brook I found the brimming bucket, sure enough, but no Charmlan. I was looking about wonder Ingly, when sho began to sing again, and, .guided by this, I espied her kneeling be side the stream. Tho water ran 'deep and very stifl Just here, overhung by ash and alder and wil low, whose slender, curving branches formed a leafy bower wherein she half knelt, half sat, bending over to regard herself in the placid water. For a long moment she remained thus, studying her reflection Intently in this crystal mirror, and little by little her song died away. Then she put up her hands and began to rearrange her hair with swift, dexterous Angers, apostrophizing her watery image the while, in this wiso: "My dear, you are growing positively apple-cheeked I vow you are! Your ene mies might almost call you strapping alackl "And then your complexion, my dear, your adorable complexion I" she wont on, with a rueful shake of her head, "you are as brown as a gipsy not that you need go breaking your heart over It for, between you and me, my dear, I think it rather Improves you; the pity of it Is that you hava no one to appre cite you properly to render to your charms tho homage they deserve, no one not a soul, my dear; your hermit, bless youl can see, or think, of nothing that exists out of a book which, between you and me and the bucket yonder, is perhaps Just as well and yet helgho! To be bo lovely and so forlorn! Indeed, I could shed tears for you It It would not make your eyelids swell and your classic nose turn red." Here she sighed again, and, taking a tendril of hair between her Angers, trans formed It, very cleverly. Into a small curl. "Yes, your tan certainly becomes you, my dear," she went on, nodding to her reflection; "not that he will ever notice dear heart, no! Were you suddenly to turn as black as a Hottentot before his very eyes he would go on serenely smok ing his pipe, and talk to you of EpTctetu. helgho!" Sighing thus, she broke off a spray of leaves and proceeded to twine them In among the lu.trous colls of her hair, bending over her reflection mean while, and turning her head this way and that, to note the effect. "Yes,'f said ahe at last;, nodding at her Image with a satisfied air, "that touch Of green seta off your gipsy complexion admirably, my dear I could positively kiss you I vow I could, and I am hard to please. St. Anthony himself, meeting you, alone In the desert, would, at least, have run away from you, and that would have been some trlb.ute to your charms, but our philosopher will Just glance at you with his slow, grave smile, and tell you. In his solemn, affable way that It Is a yry flne morning helgho!" Here (somewhat late In the day, per haps 1 perceiving that I was playing eavesdropper, I move cautiously away, and taking up the pall, relumed to the cottage. I now filled the kettle and set It upon the fire, and proceeded to, spread the cloth (a luxurious Institution of Char mlan's, on which she Insisted) and to lay out the breakfast things. In tho midst of which, however, chancing to fall Into a reverie. I became oblivious of all things till roused by a tp behind me, and, turning, beheld Charmlan standing with tha glory of the sun ubout her like the Spirit of Summer herself. And, as 1 gated upon her, silent and wondering, lot though her mouth was solemn yt there was laughter In her eyes as sue spoxs, , "Well, sir have you no greeting for me?" "It la a very flne mornlnc!" said r. 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