Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1898-12-23

with her and tried 10 interest ner III tne
intricacies Of baseball, and David TEN
pie, the editor in chief, who, unlike
many If his compeers, worked hard.
bringing with him an assurance of well
Lred ;,,c and capability fer exertion
and endurance.
Her surroundings were ST. strange
that Anne often wondered if it were in
deed she who was there, the lonely girl
v..o in the well stocked library Of a
sll,ut country house had written most
of the "spccials" which had commanded
attention.
While the chatter of the presses and
the unaccustomrd tread Of life were i'll
her ears She would close her eyes and
summon Il vision Of different scene
and time: \ hollow ut the foot Of a hill
where great pool lay and willow
branches like green lengths Of dishevel
cd hair trailed il the water; girl, her
self, tie Anne Garrick VINO was dead
never to rise again, lying at full length
under the trees, her cheek upon an open
book, the fragrance of "a lost land around
her, the whir Of unseen wings, the
,rctlies in the black gloom under the
cetiars, or flashing like uneasy eyes
from tho confusion of ripe grass, the
sound of water pushing its way through
twisted weeds with Il coquettish whim-
per like silk rubbed On silk.
Some snatch of street song, the ex
citing news Of the last murder or the
clangor of Trinity's bell would brighten
these imaginings. and despite her pagan
love Of nature she would return to
work, happy that the old life of soil
tuGe and reverie was over
David talked to her very little and
never about anything save work. She
watched him and found him curiously
interesting. Other men were more or
less OF IL familiar type, but David Tenn
plo was individual. \ nascent force
marked his lightest action. To be near
him was like coming within the radius
of a powerful electric current.
She had always liked clean shaved
men. They seemed degree farther
from the idea of the ancestral monkey
than their bewhiskered brothers. David
was clean shaved, spare of flesh, strong
ly built. There was unity in his simple
name, stern face, searching gray eyes
and the practical surroundings in which
he worked Back of his desk the bound
volumes of The Citizen for generation
were somberly heaped Electric wires
and buildings N granite We're visible
beyond the window near which he sat.
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| Anne was slowly drawing on her
gloves one evening when the reporter
with the Scared face laid down his
cigar and asked question Of nobody in
particular.
Amy Of you fellows know where
Donald Sefain has hidden himself this
time?"
Tho name attracted her, and she
found herself waiting for the reply.
20 Lord, it's too warm to think of
Sefain' vagaries! He's probably trying
tenement house life again with some of
his slum friends while a penny remains.
When he's broke, he'll come back and
work for another spurt," the society
editor replied with fine unconcern.
Fool Flinging himself away! He
won't last long,
'D'you know what I'd do if | were
in Temples place and had such pre-
ciOus bundle of shiftlessness, unconcern
and surliness for so called brother
HIM! There ism much doubt about
whatyou'd do"
"Kick him out" And the society ed
itor fingered his imperial tenderly.
Il think he hates Temple more every
day." said Jack Bradley, the reporter
who matched Hes an idea he's
one too many in the world, I fancy"
The words were hardly spoken when
the door opened and man came in.
From the hush greeting his entrance
Anne knew it was Donald Sefain. She
looked at him attentively.
There were unmistakable marks OF
vagabondism about him-his dusty
clothes, churlish manner, long. untidy
hair. He was Of moderate height and
slender build, he carried his shoulders
poorly and his eyes were sunken. But
for all this his dark, foreign face, sneer.
ing, secretive, defiant, was startlingly
handsome as he stood in the red, wash
tones of the sunset pouring through the
dusty windows
He looked at Anne with some surprise
in his glance, his expression question.
ing; then he became Indifferent, nodded
CURLY to the men and sat down at q
corner desk. From his attitude one
| would have SunDoSad he was akefohinp
or writing. AS she passed him to the
door she saw his fingers were motion
less. his wide open eyes interpretive.
While the room contained o dozen
men it was evident Donald Sefair
woald be left alone with his musings.
He had withdrawn from the others al
if from habit. Even before she had
passed into the hall they seemed to have
forgotten his existence.