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WILD MARGARET. =. 139
— Blair laughed
“*Trust Austin to keep a thing secret,” hesaid. ‘“Heigs
the best man in the world at this sort’ of thing.: Now, I
should blare out the whole Story to the first man I met; |
but Austin! Oh, Austin could keep his lips shut till:he
died!’
- Margaret looked out to sea, and sighed. ce
‘Now, what does that mean?’ he demanded instantly.
Are you tired? Would you like to go in-doors?. Are you
» unhappy?” -
She laughed slowly and softly.
6
" Blair, it seems to me sometimes as if there were some-
Cannot last. If it is true, then—then——”’ she let. her
lovely eyes rest upon him doubtfully.
: were all meant to be happy, but some of us have
missed the way. I know what is the matter with you.
. wv hate” she demanded, her fingers clinging to his lov- |
. ing y. . . : \.
“Why, you feel strange without your work. You are
fn artist, don’t you know; and you haven’t touched a
Tush for—well, forseven days. That's bad for you. Oh,
‘now. Iam a simple idiot, but I understand all about
this sort of thing. You want to paint. Well, do it,’ and
® threw himself back with a confident air.
Margaret laughed.
° - - ‘ -
a Wanted to paint ever so. much,’’. she said, “TI.
couldn’t; I haven’t any materials. No ‘colors, no can-
vas—”?
7 He raised himself on his elbow.
» that’s an easy matter; we can get all that at
Nfracombe. . Pll go and get them; it’s only a walk, or IT
Can take the boat.”
Margaret stopped him with a gesture of curiosity.
,viar, there is that woman I spoke to you about last ;
might,” She said; ‘there, on that rock.” _ |
7 at woman?” he asked, without moving.
That young woman dressed in mourning,’’ said Mar-
_ Baret. “Thave seen her three times. I think she must
.& widow,” 2
. Oh,” he said, lazily; ‘‘I dare say. Well, about these
said drawin materials. I’ll walk into Ilfracombe, and
Set them. No; you sha’n’t go. - It is too hot, and you will
Seb a headache.’ ote |
d do.you think I will let you go all that way to
think I am too happy!” she. said in a low voice.. .
it! yonsense, my darling!’ he retorted. ‘Don’t believe —
- ith
thing wicked in being so happy! Weare told, you know,’ :
_ that there is no real happiness i) this world, and that joy: