The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-08-11
We both dismounted. and Phyllis,
steadying the camera on post, took"

steadying the camera Oh post, took
the COVE 3. III ii.
Behind Us we had left a long stretch
of beautifully Smooth country road one
Of the best to ~ found anywhere for
wheeling and Lcsore us lay the cycle
path now answering and stretching
away to a thin strip of black ribbon
that finally converged to point and
disappeared into the horizon beneath
the branches long way ahead. From
the point where we managed to "take'
the COWS the road was beautiful The
green fields spread away as far as could
be seen on the left, and on the right
was the lake a great expanse OF green
ish blue with a black dot here and
there far out cloud Of smoke. over
hanging it to tell us Of the passing
of a ship. Straight ahead we caught
a. glimpse now and then through the
trees Of homes Of almost palatial mag
niflcence. To the right again between
the road and the lake shore were i tile
places. like the tiny toy houses Of the
Tyrol only not SO gingerbready. Their
back yards ran to our highway, and
they were set far down on the shore,
close to the water, that, it seemed,
might almost reach the window stills in
storm. '. -ss
Down one of these quiet country
lanes we rode over the grass and now
and then in the rut a score Of wagons
had made that had passed that way
after rain that had soaked the earth.
We were hungry and it was to this
Tyrolean home we sped for food and
drink-or, to be more explicit, A
doughnut end glass Of milk as
Phyllis said
We leaned the wheels against
great apple tree that grew beside the
house and went around to the front,
really the back, when one viewed the
little homestead from the road. We
were received very kindly, more kindly
indeed than our host was warranted III
receiving us, for the dust and heat had
caked our faces until we looked like
Esquimaux-they wash their faces
once year, I believe. y ~.
The glass of milk and the doughnut,
brown and fat, were given for the ask
ing, and Phyllis, with the glass in one
hand and the rural cake in the other,
fell down under tree in that Arcadian
retreat and gazed at the flowers and
the lake and tall willows running away
back to the road and all along to form
a bower where might have lived the
Golden Girl the author sought.
Inside that little house we were in
vited and went. Arranged with the
esthetic taste of person of artistic
notions, indeed, it was. We saw old
andirons and a great mantel and big
chairs and all else old that smacked of
days long gone. T.. ~,
1T is truly like Arcade" said Phyl-
lis. "How should like to live in one
of these houses forever and ever" and
then she sighed and at her suggestion
we went out in the yard and beside the
hedge beneath the branches of great
apple tree turned idly the pages OF
"Ecca Puella!" u. II. .....
We read that little story wherein. the
author tells of Cupid in Already and.
his terrible time in awaking his sweet
heart by prodding at her ears and eyes
with a wisp of clover. A pretty tale
it was, just the tale for the setting sun
of summer day, and when it was IN
ished, the milk and doughnut likewise,
we were off again. ......- -.
Down past the great homes of wealth
we sped as uncaring as the wind that
gently waved the branches overhead,
and then on beyond the little stone
church hung with ivy as thick as an
old English manor and to the very top
of the land, "The Pointe." ..-...
The sun was dropping then. and
flooding the fields and lake with
golden glory. From a piece of timber
that extended out over the water we
watched the great orb of day as it fell
to the horizon line Of the west and
then slowly, as though by some great
hand, was drawn beneath. .s-....-
In the gathering twilight we wheeled
back to town. There was not much to
say. The world about us spoke in the
voices of the crickets and tree toads
and the other living, singing, things
of night. Back over the same road
that ran before us like a gray ribbon
we whirled on and on until the lights
of the city twinkled in the astern sky
and the moon poked his cold, white
face above the darkening trees. There
was heart emotion in that ride back
to town over the country road-in the
quiet solemn beauty of it-and not IN.
til we reached the pavement that
marked for us again the beginning of
a life they call civilized, did we re-
alize that we were anywhere but in
Already and alone, for there was no
one near us but the moon.
The day was done and the robes of
night were drawn about the world ard
us.
''But there will be another day and
we shall ride again, and along another
road" said Phyllis.
And so we shall.
KENNETH HEREFORD.