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'Julia was late to-day, as usual. thinks; I saw it in her face this mornPoor dear Julia, what a generous soul ing - this is what comes of trying to help she is!'

one's poor friends.' Scidmore began to fidget. 'Late? His wife stopped pouring water and How did that happen? She left our laid down the pitcher. "Nonsense. office long before ten o'clock.'

Julia Norris has perfect faith in you.' 'Oh, but you don't know Julia! She 'Why should she have?' he persisted did a thousand and one things before hotly. 'Is n't it just as possible for me she arrived here. And such a dishev- to forget, to overlook a telephone meseled creature as she was! And so full of sage, as the other fellow? I'm not inapologies and troubles! Nothing to fallible any more than she is.' speak of — she laughed them all away 'No' Kitty returned very quietly. in five minutes.'

'I don't think she imagines that you Then she did n't tell —'

are infallible. But she knows that if ‘About the insurance? I should say you took her message and forgot it, she did. She was so worried for fear you'd admit it.' you'd be distressed about it all. She He rallied from this blow with a feeladmitted that she was to blame. But ing of fierce antagonism. 'Well,' he she knows how conscientious you are, sneered sarcastically. If she's silly and she was afraid

enough to have any such notions, she Scidmore impatiently interrupted his does need a guardian! As a matter of wife. 'Julia Norris ought to have some fact, I'd conceal my mistakes as quickbusiness sense, Kitty; upon my word ly as any one else would.' she should. And it has worried me. A Kitty began to laugh, a full-throated. woman like that one never can be indulgent laugh, that made him bite sure of just what she does think. It's his lips. “What a lot of foolish brag an even chance that deep down she be- you're indulging in, Johnny Scidmore. . lieves that she delivered the message to Well, after all, let's forget about it; me, and that I neglected it.'

Julia herself laughed it off.' He could feel his face flushing with He crumpled the napkin in his hand. mingled indignation and disapproval ‘Yes, that's just it. She can laugh over as he voiced his displeasure.

it, while we why, if we lost ten thouKitty got up to pour a glass of water. sand it would be a tragedy. I could n't

'Why, John,' she half chided, 'I'm help thinking to-day after she'd left sure Julia would n't be guilty of such the office, suppose, just suppose, I had a thought. You don't know her — gen- received Julia Norris's 'phone message erous - impulsive. Why, she'd for- - and forgotten it. The very thought give you for neglecting, if you really made me sick all over.' had neglected anything. As a matter He paused, frightened at the lengths of fact she said very decidedly, “If I'd to which his uneasiness had forced him. been dealing with anybody but John His wife's smile gave way to a puzzled Scidmore, I do believe I'd be inconsist look as she returned very quietly, ent enough to try to blame the other 'Do you really think it worth while fellow, but of course I know — " to face these imaginary situations?'

* Yes,' he broke in excitedly, 'that's His resentment flared again at the just it. That's the way she puts it, to comfortable evenness of her tone. you. But such a remark as that just ‘Yes, I do,' he snapped back. 'It helps bears out what I say she's not alto- one to exercise one's morals. I wanted gether satisfied. I know what she to know just how I would act in such

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say a word?'

an emergency. And I've found out. ardice. The shrill whistle of an incomThe very thought frightens me too ing train arrested him. This same train much. I know that I should feel moralwould swing back to San Francisco in ly bound to confess, but I'd never have ten minutes. He retraced his steps. In the courage of my convictions. Now, ten minutes - His legs seemed weightwhat do you suppose you would ad- ed. He wondered whether he would vise me to do in a situation like that? really catch it. What would you tell me to do?'

Kitty Scidmore looked straight at Standing before the massive façade her husband. He dropped his eyes. of the Hotel Fairmont, John Scidmore \ 'I would not advise you, John,' she had a fleeting hope that Julia Norris said, distinctly.

would not be at home. But almost as He glanced up at her. 'You'd not instantly he felt a desperate need to

clear himself at once. If he waited even She shook her head. 'No, it would an hour he could not vouch for the outn't be necessary.'

come. He walked rapidly into the lobHe began to stir his tea. His hand

by, gaye his name to the hotel clerk, was shaking, and his spoon rattled and awaited the reply with beating noisily against the teacup.

heart. Mrs. Norris was in. A bell-boy, answering the clerk's summons, showed

him to her apartments. VI

A maid ushered him into a reception After he had helped Kitty with the room. He sank into one of the luxuridishes, John Scidmore left the house for ous chairs, drumming upon its arms a walk. It was a calm, beautiful night, with nervous fingers. lit by a slender moon hung high in the A lamp on the centre table threw a heavens and stars twinkling cheerily. rich, golden light over the surroundAs he went along the elm-shaded ings. Thrown over a chair a lace scarf

а streets, he drew in deep breaths, striv- fell with the undulating softness of a ing to steady the tumult within him. cascade. Near a vase of blood-red roses

Kitty's words hummed themselves a long white glove had been dropped into his inner consciousness. “No, carelessly. John, it would n't be necessary. What He did not wait long. Julia Norris did she really mean? Did she think he came toward him with her usual warm had the courage to settle such a ques- smile, and a hand outstretched in weltion decisively — righteously? Did come. He stood up. She was very simHe stopped, turning the phrase over in ply dressed, in white, and a band of vel

, his mind. He knew that materially he vet at her throat set off a fine cameo had been a failure. People called him a ringed with pearls, but her air of quiet nice fellow and let it go at that. Was it elegance caught and held his resentful possible for his wife, the wife who had eyes. A fierce, unreasoning hate began lived so close to all his weaknesses, to to sway him; for a moment his vision glorify him with so large a hope? The blurred. thought began to thrill him.

As she stepped back to pick up her He heard the Old Library clock on lace scarf from the chair, John Scid. the University campus chime nine. more recovered his poise.

He began to walk slowly in the direc- 'I was afraid you would be out,' he tion of the chiming clock. He was still began inadequately. undecided, still battling with his cow- She threw the scarf about her shoul

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VII stairs to watch the dancing,' she answered. “You caught me just in time.' As John Scidmore rode home he felt

He stood irresolutely, almost awk- desperately tired. He never rememwardly, watching her dainty manipu- bered a day that had seemed longer. lations of the filmy lace. Then quite He dragged up the elm-shaded street, suddenly, so suddenly as to surprise down which he had whistled his confieven himself, he blurted out,

dent way twelve hours before, a shuf'I lied to you this morning. I took fling, ineffectual figure. As he opened your order for insurance. I forgot to the front door his hand shook. place it.'

He lingered in the hall, hanging his She stood for a moment in silence. hat with unnecessary care, twisting his What made you —

necktie into shape, smoothing the thin John Scidmore shrugged. His vision wisps of hair about his temples. was clearing. He felt quite calm. “You He found Kitty in the living-room. suggested the idea yourself. You were A tiny fire crackled in the grate. so ready to take the blame. I suppose Standing in the doorway he watched it was self-preservation. I began to the needle which Kitty deftly plied strike blindly — as any desperate man slipping about its task with fascinating would. I'm not what they call a suc- gleams. Her face was happily flushed cess I never have been. You know and she was humming softly to herself. how it is, some people — Oh, well! The elegant memory of Julia Norris

– Some of us don't get by, that's all.' rose before him. He saw again the gol

He turned away. Julia Norris den shower of light from the huge tabletouched him on the shoulder. 'John, lamp, the vase of American Beauty can't you see that the ten thousand roses, the lace scarf thrown carelessly dollars does n't matter to me? But

you across a brocade chair. He pressed his and Kitty-you and Kitty do matter.' lips together and entered the room.

He began to crush his hat between Kitty looked up. He stopped short. his clasped hands.

“Something new?' he ventured. She threw the scarf from her should- She gave a little laugh. 'New? I ers. 'Look here, John —'

should say not. Just freshening up a He stopped her with an abrupt ges

bit for to-morrow.' ture. “I've won this victory for Kitty's ‘To-morrow?' he echoed dully. sake,' he said. “This is the first time in 'What's on for to-morrow?' my life I've lived up to her hope of me. 'Guest day at the club. Mrs. Wiley If you were a failure you'd realize how has asked me to pour tea. What kept much that means.'

you out so late, Johnny?' She was standing by the vase of He crossed over to the fire, pulling roses, scattering petals with ruthless his easy chair into place. ‘I went over fingers. She crossed over to him and to the city to see Julia Norris.' put both her hands in his.

He stood a moment, undecided, his ‘You're not a failure, John Scid- back turned toward Kitty, his hand upmore,' she said simply.

on the chair. He was waiting for Kitty The rose-petals were dropping in a to question him. Finding that she did steady shower upon the table. He saw not answer, he turned and looked at them lying lightly on the white glove. her. She was intent on her sewing, but He felt a great relief as he put his he fancied that the flush of happiness clenched hand to his eyes.

suddenly had fled her cheeks.

'I went over to see Julia Norris,' he He leaned back, closed his eyes, and repeated desperately. “You said your drew a long breath. Kitty was stirring. advice would n't be necessary.'

She came over and dropped gently beHe sank into a chair. Across the fore the fire, leaning her head against room he heard the monotonous ticking him. of a clock.

'I forgot to tell you,' she said slowly. He was wondering what Kitty would 'I asked Julia Norris over for Sunday say. Of course she understood; the dinner. She's so awfully stuffed up in whiteness of her face told him that her that horrible hotel.' feminine intuition had bridged the Her bravery smote him more than gaps in his explanation. He began to tears could have. He did not answer, have a terror lest she would come up but he just put out his hand and to him, or speak - perhaps even weep. touched her hair caressingly, as she The fire in the grate flared up suddenly, finished, turned faintly blue, and died. Still 'It's very grand, I know, and all Kitty said nothing; still the clock tick- that. But, after all, it is n't home, ed rhythmically.

Johnny, is it?'

THE ORIENTAL MANNER OF SPEECH

BY ABRAHAM MITRIE RIHBANY

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cient ancestors, life, with all its activi

ties and cares, revolves around a religTHE Oriental I have in mind is the ious centre. Semite, the dweller of the Near East, Of course this does not mean that his who, chiefly through the Bible, has ex- religion has not always been beset with erted an immense influence on the life clannish limitations and clouded by and literature of the West. The son of superstitions, or that the Oriental has the Near East is more emotional, more always had a clear, active consciousintense, and more communicative than ness of the sanctity of human life. But his Far Eastern neighbors. Although it does mean that this man, serene or very old in point of time, his tempera- wrathful, at work or at play, praying or ment remains somewhat juvenile, and swearing, has never failed to believe his manner of speech intimate and un- that he is overshadowed by the All-seereserved.

ing God. He has never ceased to cry, From the remote past, even to this 'O Lord, Thou hast searched me, and day, the Oriental's manner of speech known me. Thou knowest my downhas been that of a worshiper, and not sitting and mine uprising; Thou underthat of a business man or an industrial standest my thought afar off. Thou worker in the modern Western sense. hast beset me behind and before, and To the Syrian of to-day, as to his an- laid thine hand upon me. Such know

ledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, used on such occasions, 'The blessing I cannot attain unto it!'

of the Lord be upon you!' It is to this And it is one of the grandest, most custom that the withering imprecation significant facts in human history that, which is recorded in the One Hundred notwithstanding his intellectual limita- and Twenty-ninth Psalm refers: ‘Let tions and superstitious fears, because them all be confounded and turned he has maintained the altar of God as back that hate Zion: let them be as the life's centre of gravity, and never let grass upon the housetops which withdie the consciousness that he was com- ereth afore it groweth up: wherewith passed about by the living God, the the mower filleth not his hand, nor Oriental has been the channel of the he that bindeth sheaves his bosom. sublimest spiritual revelation in the Neither do they which go by say, The possession of man.

blessing of the Lord be upon you: we Note the Syrian's daily language: it bless you in the name of the Lord.' is essentially biblical. He has no secular In asking a shepherd about his flock language. The only real break between we said, 'How are the blessed ones?' or his scriptures and the vocabulary of his a parent about his children, 'How are daily life is that which exists between the preserved ones?' They are prethe classical and the vernacular. When served of God through their 'angels,' you ask a Syrian about his business he of whom the Master spoke when he will not answer, 'We are doing well at said, 'Take heed that ye despise not

‘ present,' but Allah mûn 'aim' (God is one of these little ones; for I say unto giving bounteously). To one starting on you that in heaven their angels do ala journey the phrase is not ‘Take good ways behold the face of my Father.' care of yourself,' but 'Go in the keep- Speaking of a good man we said, “The ing and protection of God.' By exam- grace of God is poured upon his face.' ple and precept we were trained from So in the book of Proverbs, 'Blessings infancy in this manner of speech. Com- are upon the head of the just.' ing into a house, the visitor salutes by Akin to the foregoing are such exsaying, ‘God grant you good morning,' pressions as these. In trying to rise or ‘The peace of God come upon you.' from a sitting posture (the Syrians sit So it is written in the tenth chapter of on the floor with their legs folded under Matthew, ‘And as ye enter into the them), a person, using the right arm for house, salute it. And if the house be leverage, says, as he springs up, 'Ya worthy, let your peace come upon it; Allah' (O God [help]). In inquiring but if it be not worthy, let your peace about the nature of an object, he

says, return unto you.'

Sho dinû?' (what is its religion?) And In saluting a day-laborer at work we one of the queerest expressions, when said, 'Allah, yaatik-el-afie' (God give translated into English, is that emyou health and strength). In saluting ployed to indicate that a kettleful of reapers in the field, or 'gatherers of the water, for example, has boiled beyond increase' in the vineyards or olive the required degree: 'This water has groves, we said just the words of Boaz, turned to be an infidel' (kaffer). It in the second chapter of the book of may be noticed here that it is not the Ruth, when he came from Bethlehem old theology only which associates the and said unto the reapers, The Lord infidel with intense heat. be with you. And they answered him, So this religious language is the OriThe Lord bless thee.' Or another scrip- ental's daily speech. I have stated in tural expression, now more extensively my autobiography that the men whom

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