The Dwelling Place of Light, Volume 1

nderella-like adventure in Silliston the sun grew hot, the air lost its tonic, becoming moist and tepid, white clouds wit

were sore, sadness invaded her as she came in view of the ragged outline of the city she had left so joyfully in the morning. Summer, that most depressing of seasons in an enviro

er dreams of a different nature, such as her sister's, often sufficed to dissolve them. She resented, for instance, the presence in the plush oval of Mr. Eustace Arlington; the movie star whose likeness had replaced Mr. Wiley's, and who had played the part of the western hero in "Leila of Hawtrey's." With his burning eyes and sensual face betraying the puffin

IN MISS NE

ed up and exclaimed:-"Say,

Janet inquir

n't a Reub in the state that wasn't wise to the Ferris breach of promise case, and here you bl

a man named Fer

st copper man in Boston. He could buy Hampton, and never feel it, and they say his house in Brighton cost half a million dollars. Nelly Nealy put h

and evidently had been able to consume three meals a day and give some thought to her costumes. Her smile under the picture hat was coquettish, if not bold. The special article, signed by a lady reporter whose sympathies were by no means concealed and whose talents were given free rein, related how the white-haired mother had wept tears of joy; how Miss Nealy herself had been awhile too overcome to speak, and then had recovered sufficiently to express her gratitude to the twelve gentlemen who had vindicated the ho

inging the newspaper on the floor, began to tidy herself for supper. But

can read such stuff a

t's hor

e?" Lise

rom the washbasin,

d dollars she ought to be tarred and fea

sions, demanded vehementl

rted. "And you can't tell me she didn't know

all right," declar

ffections. In the first place, I'd have more pride, and in the second place, if I really loved a man, seventy five tho

n the windowsill; the scorn and anger, which had been so intense as completely to possess her, melting into a pity and contempt not unmixed with bewilderment. Ordinarily Lise was hard, impervious to such reproaches, holding her own in the passionate quarrels that occ

rply, "just because I said it was a dis

it?"-sob-"With that guy Walters who walks the floor never lettin' up on you. He come up to me yesterday and says, `I didn't know you was near sighted, Miss Bumpus' just because there was a customer Annie Hatch was too lazy to wa

you going?"

against the faded wall-paper, at the littered bureau and the littered bed, over which Lise's clothes were flung. It was hot and close even now, in summer it would be stifling. Suddenly a flash of sympathy revealed to her a glimpse of the truth that Lise, too, after her own nature, sought beauty and freedom! Never did she come as near comprehending Lise as in such moments as this, and when, on dark

t to go away anywhere," she said, and t

went back to the Bagatelle

ed another beau. It was understood by Lise's friends and Lise's family, though not by the gentleman himself, that his position was only temporary or at most probationary; he had not even succe

kler I might talk business. But say, he's one of those ginks that's always tryin' to beat the bank. He's never done a day's work in his life. Last year he was passing around Foley's magazine, and before that he was with the race track that went out of

secretive, extraordinarily confidential; enabling him to sell sprinklers, it ought to have helped him to make love, so distinctly personal was it, implying as it did that the individual addressed was alone of all the wo

if the right side of h

vies, and one or two select dance halls, and to Slattery's Riversid

he incident with relish, "for two cents he would have knocked C

ictiveness toward Mr. Wiley, who was more sinned against

iting for the boulevard trolley he opened her up and went right between Charlie and me. I

stoical pessimism, as one who has learned what to expect of the world, though her moral sense was not profoundly disturbed by the reflection that she had indulged in the delights of Slattery's and Gruber's and a Sunday at "the Beach" at the expense of the Cascade Sprinkler Company of Boston. Mr. Frear inconsiderately neglected to prepare her for his departure, the news of which was conveyed to her in a singular manner, and by none other than M

n the jump," he observ

ly

ise a

ng to Tim Slattery's pla

spot this side of

in this remark, yet it is worth notin

she inquired innocently, darting

y proof against such things,-but because it was conveyed to him in some unaccountable way that her suspicions were aroused. The brain beneath that corkscrew

pretty young ladies out there, including yourself, and you danci

never ask me?

have I got,

own me,"

ew back his hea

im and I come up and says, `Miss Bumpus, the ple

ight," she declared having that i

l come along, if the

dding," Lise

uddenly looke

in' you? Give me a chanc

ll you b

wanted?" s

more pointed, his eyes to twinkle more merrily than ever.

"if you was a man, we'd have

he wan

of sprinklin'. He's been sprinklin'

she exclaimed:-"I ought to have

t to have been wise, too. The Cascade people had no busine

ction on her judgment. She

e me no rest. He used to come 'roun

him! A good time's a good time, and no harm in it. But the point is" and he

e grew vehement

d he might be out of town. He didn't say where he was going." She fumbled in h

othingly. "How would you know? And he

deceive me,

re self-respecting that any one would be troublin', and you the daughter of such a fine man as your father. Run along, n

lding where a huge policeman with an insignia on his arm was seated behind a desk. Mr. Tiernan leaned on the desk, and reflectively lighted a Tho

ike," he remarked. "I gues

geant n