The Lost World.

Heroisms Al

silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law. I am convinced that he really believed in his heart that I came roun

rrup about bad money driving out good, the token value of silver,

the world were called up simultaneously, and immediate payment in

hair, reproved me for my habitual levity, which made it impossible for him to discuss any rea

ening I had felt like the soldier who awaits the signal which will send him o

-perfectly frank, perfectly kindly, and perfectly unsexual. My instincts are all against a woman being too frank and at her ease with me. It is no compliment to a man. Where the real sex feeling begins, timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wicked days when love and violence

hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,-all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it f

al, dark eyes looked round at me, and the proud head was shaken in smiling reproof. "I have a presentime

, how did you know that I was going t

, our friendship has been so good and so pleasant! What a pity to spoil it! Don't you feel how splen

how that official came into the matter; but in he trotted, and set us both laughing. "That does not s

my wants. "You've spoiled everything, Ned," she said. "It's all so beautiful and natura

," I pleaded. "It's

ove, it may be different

y, with your soul! Oh, Gladys, you

wait till

e me, Gladys? Is it my

us, stooping attitude it was-and she pressed back my head. Th

not a conceited boy by nature, and so I can

harac

dded s

down and talk it over. No, really,

hearted confidence. How primitive and bestial it looks when you put it down in black and

e what's am

ith somebody e

n to jump out

ughing at the expression of my face: "only an

him. What doe

look very mu

st say the word,-teetotal, vegetarian, aeronaut, theosophist, superman. I'll ha

d look Death in the face and have no fear of him, a man of great deeds and strange experiences. It is never a man that I should love, but always the glories he had won; for they would be reflected upon me. Think of Richard Burton! When I read his wife's life of him I could so understand her

rly brought down the whole level of the interview. I

esides, we don't get the chance,-at least, I never

r men to do them, and for women to reserve their love as a reward for such men. Look at that young Frenchman who went up last week in a balloon. It was blowing a gale of wind; but because he was announced to go he insisted on starting. The wind

one it to p

natural to you, because the man in you is crying out for heroic expression. Now, when you described the Wigan

d

ever s

thing worth b

at me with rather more inter

write good copy, you mus

e me her hand; but with such sweetness and dignity that I could only stoop and kiss it. "I dare say I am merely a foolish woman with a young girl's fa

will take it! Besides, as you say, men ought to MAKE their own chances, and not wait until they are gi

verything a man could have,-youth, health, strength, education, energy. I was

if I

been at the office for evening duty half an hour ago; only I hadn't the heart to remind you.

er determination that not another day should elapse before I should find some deed which was worthy of my lady. But who-who in all this wide

y which may come within sight of him, that he breaks away as I did from the life he knows, and ventures forth into the wonderful mystic twilight land where lie the great adventures and the great rewards. Behold me, then, at the office of the Daily Gazette, on the staff of which I was a most insignificant unit, with t