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4 CfiATTY REVIEW OF THE WEEK'S LITERATURE, ''Vf L ^v'; of the World" readers will remember iL ^r- (Tfant Alien wrote a book a short Vjjj aS° calbd "The Worruui Who Did." They of i? -°) I datter myself, remember my opinion unpleasant story. Now we have a H st°fy in the same series, which is ealhd Who Did Not." That the man aed the woman to do, and who made the ^Sgestion to her, should have been surprised, Wj6ven hurt, when .he didn't is not to be ■jf! ^.ored at. They met :i,t Aden. He was (•us way home from India to spend a year's ai"d she w:w on her way to England L His name was Evelyn, and hers was tW e" He saw her for the first time as I We °ut 1U t^ue from Aden to W steamer. Hto' long coat reached to f*' ar'd fell in black, riyid lines, but Iorm was a wonderfully symmetrical one-" 8tyj*n the boat reached the ship he helped her UjT) ^'e side. He was determined to (jj^r to her, and co he remarked, simply: "I rethink I've seen you before," and die fribh f' srimply, "No; I've baen ill *ever since we started. I have not ber from my cabin." Emboldetied by thft ^bility, he said "Shall we stroll round *9<r k'■ It's really a lovely night. That 18 only just- on the surface of the water.' li„i tuJTied to him "with a gleaming smile; the n ie <^oc't sal<xm windows fell full tailr *aoe' ac,r°3s the scintillating eyes and no '^it, well-turned mouth." Ye«. I've tj, ^"J^'tion, came the "oareless answer," and jqJ' "stepped over the loose coils of rope, 'lie opening in the chain. and jfcat v side by side on the deck." He noticed companion's shoulder wa-s somewhat ^Ul '"s °wn," and he "wished it Lad been toij- leather, or our ship out of gear and bay!r, £ > b'lt we were lying motion'ess in <lie 111g, 3.11d there was no possible excuse for offer- one s arm." He Tried to Kiss Her' su0ie f-^ed if he might smoke, and she laughed I that all affected, effeminate sort of laugh" §8 2 ^rr'tated him. Perhaps she smoked? .njffwed her a cigar. "Tlianks, but I don't of6' aiK" was re-assured. He talked a hsu Oonsense, and she said, "1 believe you've TV °° many pegs!" At which he laughed. Oajjj? 8he said that she must go down to her (to He protested mildly, and said he would Ith her. lW^Pheus descended even into Hades on a "b°l'a.ble ocoasion," he returned. 4 fai 0 you know my name?" she asked, with "iy?1,intonation of surprise. •'Yt?'' he said promptly: "I wish I did." "4>e^' w^at made you say that, then '<v^' what?" he aeked. <ij hy, about Orpheus." know what yon mean, he said, in W8!lment. "You're not called Orpheus, And they both laughed, kw °> hut—Eurvdice—I thought perhaps you "0kacdl" 'to, he said, hastily. "I had no idea. ^UVrT3, cur'ous coincidence! Is it really "\j w? It's an awfully pretty name!" laijn.1 with the surname," she answered, fri^lng- "Eurvdice Williamson! Isn't it a ft ^1 combination?" "tJ1 e Walked with her to the door and she the pale contour of her face and its 14 eyes, upon him. fan felt dizzy with sudden excitement: the ftir.'i whirled" before his eyes "in the dingy "I vJn<^ ^his is what ha-ppened— I over her on a mischievous, jesting docw P'"ned one shoulder against the cabin ai!(* J^'it my lips down to hers. She her head back violently to avoid them, ^°od\\ 'die sharp blow of the skull on the c}legJtll<? next second both her bands struck my forCe ^.pu&hwl me backwards with desperate the e opened the door behind her, and \ig_ '> eXl instant its white boards were between lie }!* l"ried upstairs, met a friend with whom lin jJ*j7 two glasses of brandy and soda. Then *hiip i to his room and smoked a cigarette W>' bought "of the dead failure of that "thft i3r'd "lle laughed outright" as he re-called ° sharp blow of the head' on the woodwork. Asked Her Forgiveness. thJ^ crack it must have l>een. he 1 shall be in for some terrific, to-morrow, I txpect," Evelyn admits 4l|d } 'S ™ndu<it had been "terribly flippant" sib' t>Ut8 ."s "levity quite reprehensible," but he ''4 n down to the "buoyancy of spir ts" that hia „ard-worked Indian offie«?r going home on rH> leave is apt to be afflicted with." She \i n°t at breakfast the next morniag, but „ 11 he went on deck he saw her. She was ,«c<.Ss.ed in white serge, and the form he had ^'HV^'ed" the night before he "clearly realised 3 his vision now. W. n ^be saw him she gave him such a liirV>V "Sabres unsheathed, knives in the sun i/7- and fires burnt blue were none of them evi With that look, and as she transferred her "timed,atelv to the book agpin I a .most j p-ct<»d to see the page shrivc-l under them. '^ttr-^ther shrivelled." ,,r„ Jje vill you ever forgive me for last night: to r i'n <7el)t!est tone, "I nave no worcl> h°w I regret it." then t she pretended not to hear linn, and to „ she said that she would, and begged him (Jo no more about it, and this he agreed to 11 1: A very amiable or a very easy-going lady, five°k-' say! He hardly expected her to for- hun, but the "suiprise was pleasant. Sat Cross-legged and Smoked, (Jo^e night, when a "huge saffron moon rolled wa-rds through the purple skv." Evelyn W"a.ikinnr (leek, and h? noticed' a little of ^t the further end, and. heard the v, ords oomie song sang to the accompaniment V a l»,n;,o. One of the group was h.J^c, aru{ qjle smiled when she saw oa" ^mirig. S}ie was sittimg properly on a ttiii^^8to°l, but ihe singer, "a girl of about har! '1' at cross-b-gged on the deck, the p. 1° she had just finished in hei lap, and the she hud just lighted in, ber mouth. hfisirt" Were smoking except Eurydice, and them, 'on an empty tar-barrej turned up, |rC'l< four cups of coffee arid a slim liqueur* *e-' The cross-legged girl called to him Sh001116 sit down a la Afghan and have-a-cigar.' st'u disdained to dress for dinner, and l" 'wore her morning shirt and collar, with a nan,'s retj ^.|e knotted round her neck, and she ^t cross-legged witli the ciga-r in her mouth, ^'niiiding one of the American girl, slang, rnod( in fastness and other disagreeable things." When Eurydice Sang. Eurydioe, who was in full evening dress, was asked to sing, and she sent the banjo girl, who her friend, for he-r guitar. She sang ^chubert's "Adieu," and the men listened "reathlessly they even ceased to sir.oke, and no Wonder. "Her voice was incomparable in speaking, and exercised a great influence over me, iri(t now as the stream of sound swelled from cat ^ro&t and flowed from her lips, each del'- of musical note seemed like a link in a chain subUe enchantment falling on me a-s I heard Farewell, thou waitest for me Soon, soon I shall depart.' o "The crowd gtood motionless, breathless, at> e man. Every fa<oe was pale, Eurydice s own aivri "inched to the tint of death, her throat ini ^om heaving, her eyes swimming 0ij*iar9) a« she raised them towards the ease to lenience the last verse: — 'arewell until the dawning of the Eternal ■L)ay.' ii h Jfca did the business for Evelyn. Every day xr on th6 deck and had long talks wi.h and his lov £ trrew a.pa^ future and the pas* weri- oblite«ued. that single point of time molosed the spontaneous, irresponsible <,$*> of nature. atelvWayet^ and dominated bv it. and pa&- WV Of htir presence, her Prnxii.nt>f aji -T'Hty, her personality, <^nd „ i 1 else. I leant my elbow on her chair and wluspened words of love." The effeot of his words astonished him. They "seemed to break some bond that had been holding her." Her face was deathlike, and her "eyes blazed upon him tha-oush the crowding tears.' At first he was 'dismayed and started,' then, 'as a haif- drunken man when called to account, con- fusedly re-calls his words, not because he sees tiheir folly, but Ijeoause he dimly knows his power of judgment is gone, 1 suddenly mis- trusted what I had said, wha-t I had intimated, what my glance had been in that first -reat impid'se of passion. "Intoxicated stii!, and not thinking ck«rly. I felt she thought in some way her dignity offended, and I said liurriedlv, 'Why, when we were saying yesterday theie wars nothing so divine as married love.?' "'But,' and her voice was breathless; the one sentence seemed to bn&ik from her beating breast ))a.infuIIy. as if site had been stabbed tlherv, 'you must know. I aan mar- ri C-lci I "Th ere was silence. An unbreakable silenCft, in which we sat motionless, almost Innr-a-tin bss, facing eacih other, stering at esoh other; cmr g&zv locked in eanh othpr's," Evelyn was the first to unlock it. He swore he not know of her marriage (how sliould he r), a.nd walked away. The next day they met again, and Eurydice told Evelyn all about it. She had married a man she did not love because "lw 'thought that she ought to marry someone. He was un- faithful to her, and she was very unhappy, particularly so now that she had met Evelyn. "Then whv not get a divorce?'' he asked. "Because," she said in a low voice, "to me marriage is the holiest of all sacraments and divorce is a sacrilege." The Last Time He Saw Her. He pleaded in vain. She was "the woman who did not." They parted at Marseilles. She went to her mother-in-law in London and he went to Paris to dissipate, and he excused him- self foi his excesses on the ground that he wae "but the passive and suffering martyr to the surrounding circumstances." From Parts he went to London. He went out of town for a little visit, and when he came back whom sho'.nd he meet at the Victoria Station but Eurydice! T'hay had a. hurried cup of coffee at the buffet, and she told him that he mig-ht come a.nd s-ee her. This is the way that Evelyn told his chum of what had hapnened. "When I came in the dining-room I found Dickinson there, extended in a long c.iair, smoking and reading the 'Globe.' ( Hullo, old pally, got back?' he said. Iook.- ing- round his paper. as I walked in and Hun.9 my bundle of rugs on the sofa. Got back, yes. And who on earth do you think I met at Victoria?' Haven't a notion,' returned Li&unson, whose thoughts ran constantly on unpaid bills. Your tailor?' No.' f Your money-lender?' Fome Johnny you owe money tof Oh, well, imagination won't stretch further —give it up.' "'That girl I was so;spoony on on board ship, Mrs. Williamson. That was Evelyn's elegant wa.y of speaking of the woman for whom he felt such gentle- liPi*?! hi oh 'rtverence. When he found mat he could only be a friend to her he got tired of tho situation, and was not sorry when her-hus- band returned and she said good-bye. So tnuch for the storv of The Woft.au Wiio Did Not., and for the inspiration of Ovid. Books Received. "Rational Pi" Keeping" ("Farm, Field, and Fireside," Series 1., 213., 1, Esse-x-street, W. C.), by W. J. Maiden—a handy little volume by an exnert of the highest raiik, and, like all the "Farm, Field, and Fireside" publica-t-ione, absolutely practicable and to the point. The various flections cover all the points which it is .necessary for the general breeder of piffs to i nderwtav.d, and if he follows the advice given he is sure to be successful. "London Home Monthly," "Ladv Cyclisfe," "Senate," "Palmist." and "Mcdictd Monthly are ex- cellent as usual. I have also to acknowledge "The Old Missionary," by Sir W. Wilson Hunter (Henry Frowde, Is- net), a pleasant, scholarly story of life and religion in Bellgal- a. subject on which the author is peculiarly well qualified to speak; the "Home Novelette" (2, Red LicD-court. sd.)—a. new half-penny illus- trated novelette, which is fully up to the level of many of its penny rivals. The present r.i.mber contains a complete story, "A Beau- tiful English Girl," by Harold White. "The Story of a Baby," by Ethel Turner (Ward, Loek, and Co., 2. 6d.) is the first volume of a, new and really very beautiful series of stories vhicli promises extremely well. The rtory is exceedingly pretty and well written, and the style is exquisitely dainty. The general design" is from the facile pencil of Professor H. Aiming Bell, and the illustrations are well y,arthy of the dainty story they adorn. "The Woman Who Did Not." By "Victoria Cross" (pseud). London: John Mathews ("Key- notes" Series), 1895. fivo.

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