Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-04-25

w udG 1aulI were Ghere IN loving her?
None, perhaps, save this, that whatever
worship was springing up in John Earl
ing for this girl was rather of her body
than her soul. At first he was not
even conscious of this. and only dimly
| at the last, so fully fed was his beauty
| loving eye with the colors and the
curves that made her.
When he came to the lawyers that
evening, she was lying in hammock
under some trees that shaded lawn
at the northern end of the house. Her
eyes were closed and the flexible arm
was stretched out under her cheek
and curved over her head with her
fingers tapping upon her hair to a
droning tune She was humming. She
did not at first perceive him. but at
the sound of his foot upon the graveled
path, she sprang up and came to meet
him with a certain bounding, eager
movement that gave John Earling a
sweep of feeling. But she stopped
when she had come nearly to him and
drew the back of her hand across her
brow in hesitating way, as she looked
up at him and murmured a salutation;
then she came forward again, some
thing like soft quick wind, and
caught him by the hand and held it as
they went up to the porch.
John Earling felt an impulse flash
across him to fling her hand from him,
her action seemed so unmaidenly, but
she seemed so eager and glad and in
nocent, and the clasp of her hand felt
SO sweet, he could not until they came
to be seated. Then they fell to talking
of something touching their relative
ISOLATION, and the young man let fall
something covering the fact of his
knowing little entertainment beyond
copying briefs and unraveling prob
lemns in law books, with an occasional
peep into pleasanter volumes, when she
said, with a deprecating shrug: ''How
do you endure it? can't understand,
l know. for dislike books so, at least
hard ones"
John Earring looked at her curiously;
then he said: II suppose that it is
natural enough feeling, since there are
many unpleasant books. Still, for my
own part, 1 can not remember when /
was not eager for any thing in type, al
most regardless of its character, Iguess,
and that isn't best, suppose"
She met his look little blankly, and
made that movement across her fore
head with the back of her hand which
seemed to be habit with her.
Papa says 1 like wild books too
much. l am afraid that I'm a great
trial to him in that way" and she gave
a shrug and low bubbling laugh as
she looked at the young man with her
dusky, dropping eyes. Then. with a
sort of flash: II like music. though. L
never could speak only through my
fingers. But almost better than that l
like riding. White Tom is slow and
tame though; wish father would let
me have wilder horse. Sometimes I
600 4 hot Ax-1St
She gave low laugh again, and sway
ing sidewise on her willowy waist she
said: ''Look between the trees there,
you can see the prairie twenty miles
away. l can't tell you how quickly /
would like sometimes to ride to that
point ! expect so fast that the horse
would drop dead when he crossed it. "
She looked the incarnation of the
wish for an instant, like some eager,
beautiful animal, and John Earring
watched her with smiling amazement
in his eyes. She bit her lip and col
ored, for he said nothing.
. at is one of my many follies; the
most foolish, l guess; this greatness,
father calls it, for riding"
"Oh, a good many are fond of it,
but few so passionate with i'll think.
You must have inherited it. at any
rate, it is evidently not artificial he
, said. with a smile.
She looked at him an instant, as il
not wholly comprehending. Yes"
she said, 80 it seems to me l can re.
member riding years and years and
years ago; the sensation or some
thing; can't explain it. But 1 some,
} times feel the same way when l look
out upon the prairie; somehow il
| seems to me have known it forever
: and forever. Do you ever feel SC
= about it?"
: mo, but l sometimes feel a SINH
lar sensation when l come upon some
idea in reading. L have wondered il
my father or mother wasn't acquaint-
: ed with the thought or item of knowl-
edge before me, and transmitted it tC
me somehow; that all the time it had
been sleeping in my mind, and only
r might have never Weakened up and
turned its face to me. But that is only
r fancy, l presume; it is probably
something had once known and for
gotten"
: 81 guess mine is a memory, too,
coming from my childhood in Mexico
, and Southern California. 1 suspicion
, that l was happier then than since
! father set about making a lady of me.
She laughed and said, suddenly: 80!
] remember, when you were here before
you spoke of liking flowers so well, >
5 and she sprang up.and went down tc
+ the end of the veranda to a climbing
vine, and posing before it, began
1 making little nosegay of its blooms
John Earling watched her swayins
, about like living hazel, and wher
she came back in her 1.-the, erect ant
Y gliding way, he could not stay thrill
S at his heart, and an inclination to pu
e out his arms and catch her, she delight
S ed his sense of symmetry and motor
t so. But he only returned her smile al
n he took the flowers and thanked her
= saying that she was very good, and aft
: err seeming them, that they were yer,
q lovely. She watched him with
h quizzical look as he opened the bios
9 SONS and looked intentlY at their deli