plated a flower led away in the sunshine. People be-

1 u- v nl him scornful and soured. The truth of nature ion i u.l m his capacity for passion and in UK tmn.hty <>; his temperament. What he lacked the polished callousness of men of the world, the callousness from which springs an easy tolerance for one's self and others; the tolerance wide as poles asunder from true sympathy and human compassion. This want of callousness accounted for his sardonic turn of mind and his biting speeches. In profound silence, and glaring viciously at the brilliant flowcr-bcd, Dr. Monygham poured mental imprecations on Charles Gould's head. Behind him the immobility of Mrs. Gould added to the grace of her seated figure the charm of art, of an attitude caught and interpreted forever. Turning abruptly, the doctor took his K Mrs. Gould leaned hack in the shade of the big trees planted in a circle. She leaned back with her eyes closed and her white hands lying idle on the arms of her seat. The half-light under the thick man of leaves brought out the youthful prettincss of her face; made the clear light fabrics and white lace of her dress appear luminous. Small and dainty, as if radi- ating a light of her own in the deep shade of the interlaced boughs, she resembled a good fairy, weary with a long career of well-doing, touched by the with- ering suspicion of the uselcssness of her labors, the powerlessness of her magic. Had anybody asked her of what she was thinking, alone in the garden of the casa, with her husband at

the mine and the house closed to the street like an