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She would tease him well, she thought,
before she told him.
“Oh!” she fenced, “I like what you
said about the day, Burwood, don’t you
know? Really, if you had called it
most beautiful, or lovely, I would have
thought you womanish. As it was, you
called it —bonny. I like that. It was
clever of you. And, it is the unusual
word or thing or scene that appeals
—to me. I hate the commonplace.
And if I had my way, I would wish to
hear the Chimes of Dawn ring gay
music always. I wish to move on and
on, from one glorious experience of life
to another. And to be true to my
highest ideals, always—always.”
“How few of us can be true to our
highest ideals?” he queried. “Don’t
you think that the great city, that we
have left behind us, is designed to
make us lose our ideals?”
“Yes. If we yield to its negative in
fluence. But, for the most part, we
can close ourselves to the negative,
and listen only to the voices of the
positive. Not that the negative does
not overcome our best resolutions, not
that we do not have dark days, or
hazy ones, when life looms forth like
a strange dream —but always, Bur
wood, there is a silvery path to peace,
under the tender stars, and the Mount
of Transfiguration.”
“You are a Mystic, Rose, and you
live in worlds where the practical
never enters. Don’t you know that
the arena of beauty is a closed book,
to most eyes?”
“Yes; I am a mystic. I love beauty
passionately. But won’t you let me
teach you, Burwood, to enter this
world with me? Can I not give you
the peace of my own spirit?”
He looked at her, so frail in her
imperial beauty, so close to his side,
and, at the tremulous light in her eyes,
and the faint, old-rose dawning in her
cheeks.
“You are teaching me every day,” he
made answer, softly. “I never dared
dream of such friendship as yours.
I . . . but what did Mr. Churchill
say?”
She spun her steering wheel, slow
ly. Then she raised her eyebrows,
archly, and looked into his deep, black
eyes, with all the innocence at her
command. The faintest, most subtle
of smiles wrinkled the corners of her
straight mouth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, as if the idea
had just come to her. “Did you ever
see the lake of the sea seals?”
“What?”
He stared about him. The motor
was speeding through Hayden Park,
and they were on an avenue, where
close-clipped, formal English hedges
guarded the car tracks. He turned to
admire a pair of marble urns, filled
with crimson salvia that guarded the
front walk to a Swiss chalet.
“No, I have never seen the lake of
the sea seals,” he confessed, as he
stared straight ahead once more. “Is
there such a lake in Hayden Park?”
“Certainly. The seals are like funny
lumps of rubber, don’t you know, that
bob up to the surface of the lake,
and you have to look very close, to
make out their heads and eyes,” she
explained.
He bowed, comprehendingly, with
just the ghost of a smile about his
lips.
Then the black motor ran by an
English wall, covered with ivy, the
brown leaf-stains streaking its cement
surface. Beyond the wall were the
second story windows of the Country
Club, blinking in the sun. It seemed
The Golden Age for June 30, 1910.
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like a house limned on the stage, so
thick was the green, crisp foliage in
terlacing the dark brown walls. Red
and black touring cars were grouped,
undesignedly about the iron gates.
The car sped down a sharp hill,
plowed across a brook and circled
gracefully into a white marl road, sunk
beneath the brow of a hill. Young
pine shoots, delicately green, stared at
them, from their velvety turf. Wild
daises, in sweet star clusters nodded
gaily as the wind from the black car
bowed them riotously earthward. And
the tree foliage seemed thicker here,
on this magic sunken road and the
sunbeams ruby.
“See the fawn!” she cried, “the
saw ”
She removed her left hand from the
long, ebony steering wheel, to point
out the dun-colored deer, her lips part
ed with excitement, her breath coming
unevenly. The fawn was posed with
a group of white beeches for a back
ground.
“I see,” he said gently. “And, dear
heart, I see also that you are very
happy. How can you .... how
can you be so radiant, in a world like
this?”
“It is the one thing that the Four
Hundred teaches,” she made reply. “We
are trained to be enthusiastic, over
what —to a philosopher, would be noth
ing. That is the secret. Now, you may
see the seals, if you look, quickly.
So!”
She shut off the power and drove
slowly along a wooden fence, that
guarded a small lake. He leaned over
the black side of the car, more ex
cited than he had been in many a long
dreary year-. It seemed as if life was
speeding back to him, on rosy pinions.
As if old, long dormant enthusiasms
were waking, and bourgeoning into life.
“Ah!” I see, Rose. There’s one.
And —another. You are right —just
the color of a rubber ball. Splash!
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Plash! He’s gone. Good-bye, old
man!”
Burwood Morris waved his hand at
the vanishing sea seal. Then he took
a cigar from his breast pocket and
rolled it between his thumb and fore
finger. He was smiling as she touch
ed her bronze levers, and turned the
nose of the back car cityward.
“What ~ day—what a ride—for a
poor groceryman. But, where are you
going, Proserpina?”
“Guess.”
“I cannot, Proserpina. I never was
good at guessing. But I trust you,
because I love you.”
The warm color flooded her cheeks.
She could have put her arms about
his neck, if her hands had not been
busy with the steering wheel.
The cool, clean avenues of Hayden
Park fell away behind them. The city
came to meet them, block by block,
each one different from the last. They
did not see the bleak, unpainted
houses that the tide of progress had
left stranded, or the ugly brick shops,
with their plate glass windows. Love’s
sweet dream encompassed them, and
the things’that offended were veiled.
The noise of the traffic, as it grew
heavier, might have been a symphony.
And it was, to them.
She kept her dark eyes fixed reso
lutely to the front. He stared at the
motor clock, dreaming, dreaming,
