Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-01-17

the clear brown of his face and the white
of his forehead, where his hat shielded il
from the sun and wind. The spread of his
strong neck and the clutch of his brown
hands attracted her.
How strong you look" she said. mus
ingly.
We'll I'm not cut here for my health eX-
acily, although when 1 came here 1 was
pretty tender. / was just cut of college, in
fact" he said, glad of the chance to let her
know that he was not an ignorant working
man.
She looked up surprised and pleased. "Oh,
you're college man! have two brothers
at Yale One of them plays halfback or
shortstop or something. OF course, you
played?"
base ball? Yes, I was pitcher for 49,"
He heaved a sigh. He could not think OF
those blessed days without sorrow.
'Oh, l didn't mean base ball, 1 mean
foot ball.
1--WE don't play that much in the west.
We goin more for base ball: more science"
ooh, 1 like foot ball best, it's SO lively.
like TO see them when they get all bunch
ed up. they look so funny, and then when
some fellow gets the ball under his arms,
and goes scooting around with the rest
all jumping at him. Oh oh, it's exciting,"
She smiled and her teeth shone from her
scarlet lips with a more familiar expression
than he had seen on her face before Some
wall of reserve had melted away and they
chatted on with growing freedom.
We'll, Edith, are YOU ready?" asked the
| major, coming UP.
Arthur sprang up as IL he suddenly re-
| membered that he was working man.
Edith rose also. ''Yes. all ready, uncle"
We'll, We'll be going in a minute Mr..
Ramsey, do you think that millet has got
| water enough?"
For the-present yes. The ground is not
| SO dry il looks"
As they talked on about the farm Mrs
Richards brought him out glass of milk.
Arthur, with nice calculation. unhitched
| the horse and brought 1t around, while
the major was detained.
| May help you in, Miss Newell?'
| She gave him her hand with frank ges-
ture, and the major reached he cart just
as she Was taking the lines from Arthur.
Are You coming?'' she gaily cried If
rot I'll drive home by myself
| You mean you'd hold the lines
| mo, sir, can drive, If have a chance"
| That's what the American girl is saying
| these days"
Well I'm going to begin right now
| and drive all the way home"
AS they drove off she flashed a roguish
| glance back at Arthur, smile which shad-
| owed swiftly into a look which had GER
tain appeal in it. He was very handsome in
All the rest of the day that look was
with him. He could not understand IT,
| though her mood while seased upon the
4 porch was perfectly comprehensive.
The following Sunday morning he sad.
| died up one of the horses and went down
to church. He reasoned she would attend
! the Episcopal service and he had the
| most eXquisitely dressed.
This feeling of pleasure was turned to
sadness by sober second thought. Added
to the prostration before his ideal was
the feeling that she belonged to another
world-a' world Of pleasure and wealth,
world without work or worry. This feel
ing was strengthened by the atmosphere
of the beautiful little church, fragrant
with flowers. delicately Swallowed, tremu-
lous with music.
He rode home in deep meditation-it was
curious how subjective he was becoming.
She had not seen him there, and his trip
lacked much of being a success. Life
seemed hardly worth living as he took on
his best suit and went out to feed the
horses.
The men soon observed the regularity of
these Sunday excursions, and the word
was passed around that Arthur went down
to see his girl, and they set themselves 10
find out who it was. They did not suspect
that 1t was the majors niece.
1t IVES keen and savage delight to see
her, even at that distance. To get one look
her brown eyes paid him for all his trouble
| and yet it left him hungrier at heart than
! before.
Sometimes he got seated in such wise
that he could see the fine line of her cheek
and chin. He noticed also that her grow
ing color-the free life she lived in the face
| of the mountain winds was doing her good.
Sometimes he went at night to the song
service, and his rides home alone on the
plain, with the shadowy mountains over
/ there massed in the starlit sky, were most
wonderful experiences.
Continued tcmorrow.)