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box, and months later I had a funny 'He was most sympathetic and arlittle scrawl from her, from somewhere ranged everything beautifully, and I in Spain. Apparently it had pleased was beginning to feel much less forlorn, her.

when I suddenly looked up. There, silNo one spoke for the few moments houetted against the dark square of the Mrs. Metcalfe remained silent. Each of open door, stood Violet Osborne. She the women conjured visions of them- did n't see me. I had a succession of the selves busily erasing the name of Violet queerest feelings sitting there looking Osborne off their various lists, and each up at her. The first was curiosity, pure of them realized why Tina Metcalfe and simple - what did she look like?

meant more to them than any of the But the answer was obvious lovelier others. Her low, pleasant voice con- than ever; and then a funny feeling, altinued:

most anger, came over me. I thought “The second part of my story takes of myself and all of you, and how we, us to when we were caught in Europe who had honored our marriage-vows after the war broke out. We were lucky and the many responsibilities of our in getting to England, where Jim found complicated lives, had grown into midhe could be of service to our Embassy, dle-age, careful of our figures and skin so we stayed on. Thanks to a succes- and hair, while Violet, who had shirked sion of foreign governesses in my far- everything, remained the embodiment

, away childhood and a natural linguistic of Youth. She was leaning against the ability, I was able to be of some use, casement of the door, talking to sometoo; but the excitement and one harrow- one in the room inside; and when she ing story after another rather did me up, smiled and her face lit up in that gloand Jim insisted I take a week off or rious way it used to, something in me else give up entirely. We compromised melted, and I wanted nothing so much on my going to Sevenoaks for a week- as one of those smiles for myself. end. I had spent a summer there once, ‘But I was shy about approaching, when I was a little girl and my family shy as if I had been the social outwere on the continent. I remembered cast, – and something warned me, as

, the Crown Hotel, and that there was I looked at her, that, unless I could make a lovely garden behind it, and Knoll the spirit in which I went to her intelliHouse with a great park full of brows- gible to her, she would have none of me. ing deer. I thought it would be rather One hint of patronage, of curiosity, and fun to renew associations after so many she would be up in arms. So I waited, years - at least it would be restful, and finally it seemed that her companafter London and my work there. ion was no longer in the room, for she

‘Jim motored me down from town on talked no more. Soon she stepped out Saturday afternoon; but as he had to on to the path and came slowly toward hurry back to the Embassy, he left me me. My heart contracted with each feeling frightfully lonely and depressed, step, but she never looked my way and and I felt for a few moments that Jim soon she was next my little table. So was right, and that I was indeed “all then I said the most inane thing that in.” That made me want to cry; but ever came into a human head; but I after a bit I got hold of myself, and I was delighted to hear my voice sound asked one of the waiters if I could n't quite natural. “I double two no have a sort of tea-supper in the garden, trumps," I said. as I did n't feel fit enough to stay up for ‘Of course she turned, and in a minthe late dinner.

ute we were in each other's arms, laugh


terical way.

you all.”

ing, crying, talking in a ridiculous, hys- have given much for some sign of sym

pathy or appreciation from some one of ‘Finally, she gasped, “You darling, her audience; but except for Esther you always did double me."

Davis, she had no idea how her story 'And I said, “But you did play such was being received. They were interrotten bridge, Vi. It must have been ested, she knew, and she had no fear very expensive for you."

that they would criticize her own acShe nodded solemnly and adorably. tions; but whether or not she was arous“It was, frightfully,” she said, “but ing their old affection for Violet Osborne you would all play, and I had to be with she could not tell.

'I drove out to their place on Sun“This from the woman who had left day,' she continued. 'It was very much us all, you understand, fully realizing what you'd expect: shabby, picturwhat it would mean. She sat with me a esque, and inconvenient, with Violet's while, and I explained why I was at taste everywhere, — in the chintz, the Sevenoaks, and about my tea-supper; ornaments,

ornaments, the flowers, but nothing and she told me that she had taken a in the least luxurious. Violet herself small house near-by, and that, owing to was in wonderful spirits, and sheamused some hitch in her household, they were Cyril and myself all through lunch, so short of Sunday provisions and she had that our laughter removed any possidriven in to town, preferring to wait at ble embarrassment. After lunch she the Crown while the stable boy col- sent him to lie down on a long chair in lected packages.


and she and I started out for a ““I try to get away for a little, every walk. And at once her gayety fell away day,” she said. And then she told me from her, leaving something terribly how very ill Cyril had become. That tragic and earnest beneath. She asked was the first time she had mentioned me how Cyril seemed to me. him and her face seemed transfigured. ““He's thin,” I said, “but otherwise “Tina,” she said, “he suffers most aw- in excellent form. Surely you're not fully, and yet he never complains. I seriously worried, Vi.” feel it must be a relief to him to have ““The doctors think he may live a me away, so he can give in for a little year,” she said, quite simply and with while.”

so little emotion in her voice that it 'It was time then for her to go back; sounded flat and harsh. I started to and as she stood up, I marveled, but speak but she interrupted me. “Don't quite without anger, at her beauty and please talk about it, Tina, darling virility. I asked if I might see her and except for this one thing that I've got Cyril, and it was settled I should lunch to say. I want you to know always that with them the following day.'

in what I did the question of right or Mrs. Metcalfe paused again. She was wrong does n't enter - it was the only trying to create an effect upon

her hear- thing possible. I'm sorry about hurting ers, and she doubted if she was succeed- Harry and the children; but I have n't ing. Also, from now on, her story was had time to be sorry very much. I'll more difficult and less dramatic. She have all the rest of my life for that; but relinquished her position before the fire while I've got Cyril, I'm glad every and leaned back in her chair, smoking minute, and I can't wish anything difagain, and giving an occasional spas- ferent that might affect the wonder of modic kick with her crossed foot, which the present. And I want you to know betrayed her nervousness. She would that I'd rather have had these few

crimson months than all the long, gray in the low, sympathetic voice she had years that make up some lives which used formerly; she had suddenly felt people call respectable and successful. very tired and old and depressed, and And yet I'm not even so awfully sorry her voice sounded harsh and quick. it's going to end like this,” she said very ‘Needless to say, I have not told you gently; "when a man's old he wants his all this to-night without a purpose. Cyril friends and his children and his clubs Stanton died a year ago, and since and all his comforts, and Cyril would then Violet has been nursing typhus n't have any of those, poor darling; but in Serbia. Now, it seems, she's pretty when he goes away, he'll still be quite well done up and Harry Osborne wants young, and he'll never have wanted to take her back.' anything very much — but me."

Five women stiffened. This was news, We were very silent until just before even to Esther Davis. I left, when she asked me about the As you know, he never divorced her; children - hardly trusting herself for Cyril Stanton was a Catholic, so she

— the first question, and then her eager- never could have married him anyway, ness was tragic: how often did I see and, in spite of everything, Harry has them? how did they look? what did always been in love with her. She's they wear?- her hungry eyes straining willing to come back on one condition to see the visions my answers conjured if you want her. She does n't want for her. But when Cyril appeared to bid you to accept her out of charity or pity; me good-bye, she was quite serene; not she confesses no sin, is unrepentant of gay, as at lunch, but deeply content to her act, but she realizes that we six be in his dear presence once more. I women can more or less reinstate her. think she was almost glad when I left It sounds a worldly, snobbish thing to them alone, though then, of course, she say, but it's true if we take her back, could not guess how short their time she's back more or less where she together was to be.'

started from; though, mind you, we Again the speaker paused. Everyone could n't do it without Harry any more in the room knew the immediate sequel than Harry could do it without us. And to the story: the Metcalfes had come without us she won't come, knowing as home very unexpectedly, and a few she does that it's social damnation for weeks later Cyril Stanton had died. her girls.' One of the women, the soft-hearted Mrs. Metcalfe stood up and walked Esther Davis, wept a little; but from across the room at the door she the others there was no sound; no one paused. commented on the story, no one seemed 'Your answer must be unanimous,' inclined to gossip over its details. Mrs. she said, “and I must cable her your deMetcalfe spoke again, but this time not cision at once.'

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It is often said about the negro that, upon anything for their relief or comunlike the Red Indian, he is apt rapidly fort that Europeans do, only as a small to forget both a kindness and an injury. part-payment of a debt. As to the latter, I have my doubts. I But manifestations of gratitude do have known cases when natives nursed occasionally occur, mostly on the part their resentment for many years, ap

of children, who are probably instigated parently quite oblivious of the injury in- to them by their mothers. Many years Alicted; and then, when the opportunity ago, a little Swahili boy in the hospital and the probability of impunity offered in Zanzibar, to whom an orange was themselves, struck with a vengeance. brought, handed it back and begged As regards the reproach of habitual in- that it should be given to the kind lady gratitude, it must be said that natives who had put medicine on his sore eyes. do not always look on treatment expe- In British East Africa I once, without rienced from Europeans as the latter the slightest danger to myself, rescued themselves do, and often take as their a little boy from drowning. A month due, or as a condescension on their own afterward he appeared in my camp part, what the latter fondly imagine to with a dozen eggs, for which he refused have been an act of kindness, condescen- to be paid. He must have collected sion, or generosity. It has repeatedly them one by one, for they were all occurred in the interior, to me as well as rotten! to others, that natives, after they had Negroes do not feel as we do, or, if been successfully treated for some ill, they do, they show their feelings in came and claimed their reward. a different way. I once had a Kikuyu

Another circumstance that helps to servant, an excellent fellow, named explain the negro's indifference regard- Tairara. We were camped for some ing kindness received is that all native time in the Mweli hills, in the Sayidie races, without exception, look upon the Province of British East Africa, and the white man as a usurper, who has robbed village, a market-place, was periodically them of their country; although the visited by Waduruma and Wanyika, common people — not, of course, the who came from a considerable distance, chiefs - admit, as far, but only as far, to get, by barter, what articles they reas the British are concerned, that they quired. Tairara had already spoken to are better protected now than they were me about one of his sisters, who, years before. Still, they all feel that a griev. before, had been kidnaped from her naance exists, and many of them look tive country and taken to the coast.


And one day, sure enough, just as in a she has passed. I remember how once, story book, the two met in the princi- when I was walking in Buanji with a pal street of Mideli. The emotion of great chief, he suddenly left my side Tairara was genuine and violent and, I and knelt down near the path, until his must say, most affecting. He sat on the old mother, who was coming our way, ground, holding with one hand the hand and who might have stood for a porof his sister, who was standing near him, trait of 'She' after her second baptism while, with the open palm of his other of fire, had passed without taking the hand, he kept beating the ground; slightest notice of him or me. and, all the time, tears were streaming What a difference between this beaufrom his eyes. The sister showed much tiful custom and that ruling among less emotion. She looked, if anything, those dreadful Sakala vas of Madagasrather embarrassed.

car! There every woman, as soon as she Well, I left them in this position. has reached the great climacteric, is deWhat followed, however, was the curi- graded to the state of village idiot, beous part of it. From that day onward comes the butt of children's practical they took no more notice of one another jokes, is forbidden the entrance of the than if they had been strangers! I saw house, fed on refuse, and never spoken them pass each other a week or so later to except in rough accents, even by her without exchanging even a word; and own children; whereas the old men rewhen I asked Tairara how that was, his ceive every attention. reply was to the effect that they had I once ventured to remonstrate on now met, and that the incident was that subject with a beautiful young muclosed.

latto woman, much courted by EuroNo native, I think, would hesitate to peans, whose white-haired old grandindorse the opinion of Bernard Shaw's mother was even then living in that charming heroine, Miss Lydia Carew, miserable status. 'In my country,' I when she coldly remarks that 'grief of said, “old women are treated with partwo years' duration is only a bad habit. ticular respect and consideration by To the native, there is a time for grief all people alike, men and women and and a time for pleasure, which may al- children. The older a woman is, the ternate without transition. Also, na- more respect we consider her to be entives are, I believe, able to produce emo- titled to.' tion at will; at least, the women are. To which this heartless young lady At the wakes after the death of a rela- replied pertly: 'Well, that is the custom tive or acquaintance, their wails are ac- in your country and the custom in companied by genuine tears; yet both our country is different, you see.' before and after, they are absolutely un- But that was twenty years ago, and, concerned, as if nothing had happened. perhaps, since then, the innumerable

Ties of affection are strongest be- missions scattered along the Mozamtween mother and child, setting aside the bique channel may have succeeded in transitory attachments of paramours. changing this disgusting state of affairs. They are deep and lasting, and, in some On the whole, I am inclined to believe tribes, manifest themselves in a touch- that the feelings of East and Central ing way. Among the Wabuanji and African natives are deeper than we Wakissi, for instance, the son, even

think. Cases of the most passionate when he is grown up, when he encoun- and romantic love occur, sometimes with ters his mother, steps aside and kneels a tragic ending. Some years ago, I down, and in this attitude waits until brought down with me into the Shire



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