The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1872-08-15

Don't You wish it was always evening?
she asked capriciousv, turning TO the still
cleaning west, with the dark woods under
it,
'Iike tiis-ycS:" his eye ON her, trac-
ir- the passion-liower in her li1;-, the
sweep of tulle about her swan throat, the
golden bracelet under her thin flowing
sleeve.
"Iou have been annoyed" she said kind
F. ly. "Now | can't see tina: without want
in- to meddle with it. 1t is easier to for
give injuries than annoyauces.'
Il agree too mu.h with you there" his
conscience lightning at this convenient
touch.
with yonr NATURE she wcnt on, with
little serious air, zone would often blame
ones self only because others bllmcl, while
the generosity lay on your side. You
puzzled me long enough because didn't
have to recall anyof my pleasant first I'M
pressions, rs one must With most people;
but hope | haYn't lost all my insight in
reading hearts"
"lou draw people to You to do them
good he said, enthusiastically as the soft
fattcry wound about his aching sclfluye,
which felt LYDIA light handling more than
it seemed to.
81 put faith in your sincerity, that's all,
whether | see 1t at once or not" Absolute
faith, insight, and frccdom-the stale de
vices Of modern eoqucttcs of whatever
breed, religious, sentimental auiacious or
sisterly. No man ever leans the trick till
he has lost the game
Put faith in me, Hattie he begged in
voice Of feeling a want to be trusted.
1t does me good after the GOODNESS of the
world, the distrust Of those from whom |
expect it least
81 a couldn't help it, you know" she said,
with milk-whitc candor.
But just then letters came, and tearing
them open, a photograph droppel out.
There was light left to see, as it lay with
face upturncd on the grass hope YOU do
not think julius capable of looking at it
otherwise. 1t was II mans face, whose
luxurious sunny sweetness could only as
sort with curicd golden hair and open blue
eyes; 4 gallant, irresistible face, that woke
general jcalousics in Julius
THAT man couldn't come between Us
any other way, but he sent his picture to
disturb me at least" he said
THAT only fair. You have probably
hal some face in Your mind while yoa
talked to me
leave such fears to other women" was
the scornful reply. "IIattic, wish
dared ask you if that man ever walked with
you as do now =?
Why not ? came the provocative an
swcr, and thc uplifting Of serene eyes. 1t
was August, lly season. and fall moonlight
rising on them, not clear nor dark: olors
of tuhcrosc and carnation atloat, a dark
haired sweeping siren beside him, with
carcssing vibrant voice, a slim white hand
in r,4icl; and lie had been ANNOYED. " hat :
followed was too natural.
Il feel Il ghost walking orcr my grave.
Perhaps I'd better leave You to your paste
Pray give me- my picture she SAID,
quickly Il can't do without that,
The sudden change of tone made the
blood rebel IN Julius veins.
"Mnst yol care 50 much Tor that rlctarc
when ] am with You?
:" hat If it were more than any or all .
friends could be? Size asfed, with gcnu- ,
inc thrilling depth in her voice.
is that ring on your finger Lonl .
Hattie he demanded, iuskiiy.
Il own no bonls bat such as the heart ,
wcaycs for itself, She answered, swcctly (
and ;.lscn;ly.
..Santa Maria, They were d"in- the
sccne-a mere play of emotion to each /
Beautifully
This is not the world, Hattie! The .
moonlight MAKES q new earth OF myS'cry
and bcaaty for yuI ani me. You axe more
to the than a common friend, and knox
rou trust me. Look at me and read wha:
mast not say.
She bent TIL Told OF tuIie blew against
hls neck, and wrapped them together Tor
moment. The sweetness, the brIillancc OF
his eyes would have drawn sume women to
him heart and soul. His breath alone WAS
hurried IN the reriGmcry folds OF ti'at veal
Because We are IN another world, he
said in soft, lu>hcd tones, and kissed her,
holding her by the shoulders likc some
prize he sraspcd and feared to crush
Then he lett her hastily without another
word.
She lookel after him with satisfied
glance How the dew RUNS these organ
dies Limp as handkerchief : lie
kisses very We!I-1ucN aa firm; better
than Bat coqnet'e rc'eres may
not be rrohtabiy pursued irt1er.
he air IS Ike Il sea o. crystal, thought
Lydia, leaning from hef "-Ht9w that hour.