The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1899-12-29

ne DOC1OR LIKED THAT PHO
TOGRAPH.
was merelyHgoing to say that If you are
summer, girl of the approved, news
paper-joke sort, your likeness upon
the platercould mot fail to produce the
effect that it has upon-er-men's
| hearts. to wit-tcomplete fracture"
Why, / am surprised at you," said
Grace,.a faint blush hardly perceptible
under the healthy tan which she had
found no difficulty in acquiring at
Granite Head.
II. Parker studied her face in it's
| mock severity and watched the dainty
little hand go up to push back some
annoying hair that blew across her
eyes. A great wave of admiration for
that noble girl rose up in his breast
admiration very unlike that with
which he had heard his brilliant class
mates proclaim their knowledge. His
heart told him, II love her." Why not
let his heart be heard?
They strollad along together to the
music of the sea. H. Parker felt that
there was melody even in the scream-
ing of the gulls overhead. He won
dered why it had never seemed so be-
fore.
Let us sit up there under the big
rock" suggested Grace, pointing to the
nearest of the cliffs which leaned for
ward over the sand and made a COSY
shelter from the sun. Here the sand
was cool, the glare softened and the
view of cheap cottages and decrepit
bath houses cut off, while the whole
stretch of beach on the right lay be-
fore them like a broad white highway.
Grace sat With her back against the
rock, and at her side reclined the doe
tor, full length upon the sand.
Are you ever serious, Miss Mars
ton?' quoth he with but a trace of
that quality in his own tone.
Sometimes"
ION what rape occasions would II be
possible for one to find you in that
mood?"
"Oh, we'll, I'm not naturally so. YOU
know, but once in while when some
thing goes wrong to induce it | get
very serious-even blue-and as 7 al
ways end by finding out what silly,
useless creature am, there is very lit
tie enjoyment in being serious. Please
let's not be serions, Mr.. Baxter"
Never more light-minded in NV
life, Miss Marston-never. But tell me
how you deduct Your conclusion which
proves you a silly. useless creature. I
am very clever at showing fallacies in
well, unless because 1 live a USE
ess life. Just look at my diary for a
winter. Just look it through and see
I you find anything accomplished,
|nything improving or worthy. Dances
-calis-teas, over and over again. Do
'oa call that sort of thing living? The
'eople l meet day by day there; DO
NOW them, are they friends, do they
nov me? No. it's all vanity-artif-
ial-a waste of time"
Grace was serious enough now and
tared out to sea with frown ~upon
er brcws as dark as any that ever
lowered there.
A pause and her companion spoke.
1T may be vanity for some, but not
or you. Miss Marston. Society fur
ishes field for superficial character
breed and thrive in. but yours is
God and strong and sincere"
L have begun to forget and disre-
ard what 1t naturally is. am tired
that life. l love the woods and J.,
ne seattle open air and the sense
freedom: freedom to go where 1 |
lease, be as want to be, choose COM
anions that like"
Then the view of cliffs and breakers ,
pleasanter than the brillIaqt ball