Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1898-06-02

moved toward the door he should fol-
low. The discussion on1the'm merits OF
the :Kailyard school was at far too in
teresting a stage to be abandoned, and,
once in the street, they discovered that
they were both going the same way.
That way was along the deserted and
windy Parade; but somehow when they
parted Easton did not seem quite so
dreary to either of them.
81 felt as though l had known you
forever instead of week." he said.
"And 1 as though we had been proper
ly introduced she replied, demurely.
1t was hot afternoon, and they had
wandered into the wooded path that
skirts the hill and overlooks the bay.
The tide was in, so the mud, that is a
distinguishing feature of Easton, was
not in evidence, and the brassiness of
the band on the pier was tempered by
distance. They had dropped a little
way down the hill; she sat on large
stone and he at her feet. In spite of
his words, he knew little of her beyond
the fact that she was charming (Which
he had found out for himself), and that
her name was Grace (Which she had
told him). She had chosen to surround
herself with mild mystery; the reason
of her residence in Easton was I'M
known to him. In return she asked
nothing, and he vouchsafed little save
that he had been knocked up from over
work, and been sent to Easton for COM
pletc rest.
"You are so very good, you take me
on trust" he said.
':As you have to take me. believe
you want me to ask you questions, and
I WON'T
You are very mysterious person.
1 incline to the belief that you are a
princess, and that some day you will
rise up and crush me for my presump-
tion.''
'Perhaps I serve in shop" she sug
gested.
''Oh, well, I am hairdresser. The
next time you go into that Bond street
emporium to have your hair singed or
waved 7what do you have done to it,
\ shall probably come forward and say:
Ills way, )lettSc, uldudul.
''Bord street! What extravagant no
tons you have! I go to little place
i'll Tottenham court road.'
'Do give me the address. Some day,
when l am out Of employment, I will go
there, and you. will walk in, ,and-cut
ne. I SUPPOSE .-,
. II don't usually discuss Browning
with my hairGresser."
.''Nor I with the girl who sells me
Gloves he replied, and they both
laughed:
''But how nice it is to discuss any
thing at all,'' she said. Most Of the
people I know mover read anything
worth MENTIONING"
"How very terrib1e! Poor Princess!"
"And I appreciate so much," she
sighed.
$50 much that I wonder you do not
aspire to create."~
He spoke carelessly, but there was.a
flush on her cheeks as her eyes, very
wide and soft, met his.
''Do you think that possible?" she
asked.
'Why not? You have the dramatic
instinct, Imagination: and observation.
You see, I have studied you we'll in this
week. But these alone do not mean
success in literature; they must be
bound together with something strong
CT, and cemented with form and style.
Have you tried?"
She plucked nervously at the grass
beside her before she answered.
eyes,
''That's bad" he said, smiling at the
stain. 'But still there's hope: It is
possible that you will one day show me
some of your enleavors. She shook her
head. YES" he urged "Perhaps
could help. Please listen to me- I sup
pose yo1phave heard of edtors?"
occasionally"
'But you have never met one?''
'Nevcr."
~"Your tone tells me that you consider
them formidable. But they are not so,
really lie looked into her eyes, smil-
ing. "Nou see" one now" he said.
+ "You!" she cried, biushing.
-.Eyen l; why not? Now, you see,
there would be some reason in showing
e'your writings.''
"And what is your paper:"
at is 4 magazine called Moderna."
"Oh!" And after pause she. added:
"Wi]l you give Inc pencil and paper?"
He tore leaf from his pocketbook and
gave Il to her.
She scrubbed two words and gave
it back to him.
''What is it?" he asked, as he read.
the deuce!"
He crumpied the paper, threw it from