The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1898-12-01

Down n 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 h a way
after a rain that had soaked the earth.
We were hungry and 1t was to this
Tyroleah home we sped for food and
drink--or, to be more explicit, "A
doughnut and a glass Of milk as
Phyllis said.
We leaned the wheels against a
great apple tree that grew beside the
house and went around to the front,
really the back, when n viewed the
little homestead from the road. We
were received very kindly, more kindly
indeed than IL host was warranted III
receiving us, for the dust and heat a
caked Our faces until we looked like
Esquimaux-they wash their faces
once a year, I believe.
The glass of milk and the doughnut.
brown and fat, were given for the ask
ing, and Phyllis, with the glass in n
hand and the rural CAKE in the other,
fell down under a 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 a person Of artistic
notions, indeed, it was. We saw old
andirons and a great mantel and big
chairs and all else old that smacked ol
days long gone.
at is truly like Arcade" said Phyl-
lis. How l should like to live in one
of these houses forever and ever" and
her she sighed and at her suggestion
we went out in the yard and beside the
hedge beneath the branches Of a great
apple tree turned idly the pages oil
"Ecca Puella!"
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 SUI
of a 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 tina
gently waved the branches overhead
and then on beyond the little stone
church hung with ivy as thick as al
old English manor and to the very tol
of the land, 1.-THE Pointe."
The sun was dropping then, ant
flooding the fields and lake with
golden glory. From a piece of timbe
that extended out over the water W
watched the great orb Of day as it fel
to the horizon line of the west an
then slowly, as though by some grea
hand, was drawn beneath.
In the gathering twilight we wheeled
back to town. There was not much t.
say. The world about us spoke in tn
and the other living, singing, thing
of night. Back over the same roa
that ran before us like a gray ribbo,
we whirled on and on until the light
of the city twinkled in the astern SIX
and the moon poked his Geld, whit
face above the darkening trees. Their
was a heart emotion in that ride bac
to town over the country road-in tn
quiet solemn beauty of it-and not un
til we reached the pavement tina
marked for us again the beginning c
a life they call civilized, did we re
alize that we were anywhere but
Already and alone, for there was n
am poor II, hlrt tho mOnn
The day was done and the robes
night were drawn about the world an
us.
"But there will be another day, an
we shall ride again, and along anothe
road said Phyllis.
And so We shall.
KENNETH HEREFORD.