Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-01-17
Salisbury amused himself by joking the

Salisbury amused himself by Joking the
girl, whom he called Edith
This is the cow that gives the cream,
y kneow, and this one is the buttermilk
cow said, as they stood looking in at
the barn door.
Edith tipped her eager little face up at
| him. Really"
The rest laughed again.
(Which is the ice cream cow!' the young
| girl asked, to let them know that she was
| not to be fooled with. Salisbury appealed
| to the major. "Majah, what have you done
with our ice cream cow"
''She went dry during the winter" said
| the major. mo demand on her; supply
| regula ted by the demand you know"
They drifted into the horse barn. Were
| il Ramseys domain now said the major,
| looking at Arthur, who stood with his
hand on the hip of one of the big gray
horses
Edith turned and observed Arthur for the
| first time. slight shock went through
her sensitive nature, as if some faint proph-
ecy of great storms came to her in the wild
ering gaze Of his dark eyes.
PART II.
"Oh, do you drive the horses?" she asked,
| quickly.
Eyes, for the present I am the plcw-
| man." he said, in the wish to let her know
| he was not common hand. Her eyes
rested a moment longer on his sturdy fig
| ure and his beautifully bronzed skin, then
| she turned away.
| After they had driven away Arthur fin
| ished his work in silence; he could hardly
| bring himself to speak to the horses, his
| mind was in such a tumult
He went up to his little room and sat
| down. facing the glorious mountains; and
he sat there until the engulfng gloom of
| rising night climbed to the glttering crown
| of white, soaring 1000 feet above the twink
| ling lights of the city. He did not see the
| mountains; his eyes only turned toward
| them as a cat faces the light of hearth;
| it helped him to think, somehow.
He was naturally keen, sensitive and
impressionable: his mind worked quickly,
| for he had read a great deal and held his
| reading at command
His thought concerned itself first of all
| with the attitude these people assumed
toward him. 1t was perfectly evident that
| they regarded him as creature of inferior
| sort. He was their servant
| 1t made him turn hot to think how ter
| ribly this contrasted with the 1amboyant
phraseology of his graduating Grafton
He came back for relief TO The face of
| the girl the girl who looked at him with
| out scorn.
The impression she made on him was one
| of daintiness and light. Her eager face
| and hersSweet voice, almost childish in its
thin quality, appealed to him with singular
force.
She was strange to him, in accent and
like; she was good and sweet, he felt sure
of that, but she seemd so far away in her
manner of thought He wished he had
| been dressed little better; his old hat
| troubled him especially.
| The girls he had known, even the dain-
test of them, could drive horses and were
rot afraid Of cows. Their way of talking
| was generally direct and candid, or had
those familiar infections which were alien
| to him.
| Was she girl? Sometimes she seemed a
| woman-when her face sobered moment
then again she seemed child. 1t was th:'
change of expression that bewilGered and
fascinated him.
| level brown eyebrows wavered about sc
beautifully. Sometimes one would arch and
the other remain quiet; this gave a wonder
full look Of brightness and ROBUSTNESS Il
her face.
He came at last to the strangest thing O,
all: she had looked at him every time he
spoke as if she were surprised at finding
herself unable to understand him.
He worked it all out at last They al
| looked upon him as belonging to the Ameri
can peasantry; he belonged to a lower
world, a world Of service.
Salisbury and Mrs. Thayer were per
| fectly frank about it; they spoke from tn.
English standpoint. The major and Mrs
Salisbury had been touched by the west
ern spirit and were trying to be just Il
him, with more or less patroniZation.
AS his thoughts ran his fury came
back and he hammered and gIoaned anc
cursed as he tossed to and fro on his bed
determined to go back where the Ameri
can ideas still held
: These spring days were days of growth t