The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1891-11-29
CHAPTER XIV.

The morning which followed was that Of a
| warm. lulling. luxntiant June day. whose high
tides, Of life spread to everything. Maxwell
felt them In his weak pulses where he sat
writing at an open window Of tho farm
house. and early Id the forenoon he came
out on the piazza of the farmhouse.
with cushion clutched in one OF his lean
hands: his soft hat brim was pulled down
over his dull, dreamy eyes. where the far-off
look. OF his thinking still fingered. Louise
was in the hammock. and she lifted herself
for his absent gaze.
Have you got through"
Two got tired: or. rather. I've got bored.
thought would go up to the camp"
You're not going to lilo on the ground
| there? she asked. with tho importance and
authority OF a woman who puts herself in
charge of q sick man. as woman always must
when there is such man near her.
II would DO willing to be under 1t such n day
as this" he said. But I'll take the shawl. IL
that's what you mean. thought it was here?"
III get it for you." said Louise: aud he let
her go into the parlor and bring It out to him.
She laid 1t in narrow fold over his shoulder:
no thanked her carelessly. and she watched
him sweep languidly across the Uninterrupted
and dandelioned grass Of tho meadow land
about the house. to the dark shelter OF the pine
grove at the north. The sun struck full upon
the long levels OF the boughs and kindled their
needles to a glistening mass; underneath the
ground was red. and through the warm look
ing twilight OF the sparse wood the gray can
vas OF a tent showed: Matt often slept there In
the summer. and so the place was called tho
camp. There was u hammock between two Of
the trees. Just beyond tho low stone wall. and
Louise saw Maxwell get into it.
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woollen shirt and oyoralls and high boots. and
his cork helmet topping all.
You look like a cultivated cowboy that had
gobbled an English tourist, Matt" said his
sister. Have you got anything for me2"
Matt had some letters In his hands which
the man had Just brought up from tho Post
ONCE. mo: but there are two for Max
we'll"
II will carry them to him. IL you're busy.
Hos Just gone over to tho camp
well. do" said Matt. He gave them to her.
and he asked. How do YOU think ho is this
morning."
He must be pretty WE'LL he's been writing
evor since breakfast"
II wish he hadn't" said Matt. He ought
really to be got away somewhere out OF the
reach OF newspapers. I'll see. Louise. how
do you think girl like Sue Northwick would
feel about an outright offer Of help at such
time as this?"
How. help? It's very difficult to help peo-
ple." said Louise. wisely. Especially when
they're not able to help themselves. roor Sue!
don't know what she will do. II Jack Will
mington-but he never really cared for her.
and now don't believe she cares for him. No
it couldn't be-"
mo: the idea Of love would be sickening to
hor now"
Louise opened her eyes. why. don't
know what you mean. Matt II she still cared
for him. can't imagine any time when she
would rather know that he cared for her."
But her pride-wouldn't she feel that she
couldn't meet him on equal terms"
"Oh. pride! Stuff Do you suppose that
girl who really cared for q person would think
OF the terms she met him on? When 1t comes
to such thing as that there is no pride: and
proud girls and meek girls are just alike-like
cats In the dark"
DO you think so }" asked Matt; the sunny
gllsten. which had been wanting to them boz
fore. came into his eyes.
II know So" said Louise "Why. do you
think that Jack Wilmington still"
"No: no. ! was Just wondering. ! think I
shall run down to Boston tomorrow. and see
father Or. no! Mother won't be back till to-
morrow evening. Well will talk with you. at
dinner. about It" ...,..,