Free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1888-1908, 1899-12-30

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| 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, 81 love her." Why not
| let his heart be heard?
They strolled along together to the
music OF the sea. H Parker felt that
there was melody even in the scream
ing of the gulis 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 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 broad white highway.
Grace sat with her back against the
rock, and at her side reclined the doc
tor, full length upon the sand.
Are you ever serious, Miss Mars
ton?" quoth he with but trace OF
LudL 4Qd11Iy IL A4S OnA IOAOs
Sometimes"
ION what rare occasions would It be
| possible for one to find you in that
mood?"
ooh, well, I'm not naturally so, you
know, but once in while when some
thing goes wrong to induce it I get
very serious-even blue-and as I 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 serious, Mr.. Baxter"
''Never more light-minded in my
| 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
reasoning"
'FWe1I, unless because I live a use
less life. Just look at my diary for a
winter. Just look it through and see
| If you find anything accomplished,
anything improving or worthy. Dances
-calls-teas, over and over again. Do
you call that sort of thing living? The
people I meet day by day there; do 1
| know them, are they friends, do they
know me? No, it's all vanity-artif-
ciaI-a waste Of time''
Grace was serious enough now and
stared out to sea with a frown upon
| her brows as dark as any that ever
lowered there.
A pause and her companion spoke.
cit may be vanity for some, but not
for you, Miss Marston. Society fur
nishes a field for superficial character
| to breed and thrive in, but yours is
| good and strong and sincere
''I have begun to forget and disre-
gard what it naturally is. I am tired
OF that life. I love the woods and
the seattle open air and the sense
please, be as want to be, choose COM
| panions that 1 like"
''Then the view of cliffs and breakers
| is pleasanter than the brilliant ball
room with its music and flowers? That
cottage half buried in the pines seems
| a truer home than many brown stone
front On the avenue?''
"Ah, a thousand times" answered
Grace with the frown dying out of her
face. His words were slow and earn
| est, but she seemed not to connect
them with the speaker. They put her
into brown study and she fell to ex-
aiming handful of sand for garnets.
Watching the search, he continued
even more quietly than before.
would there be happiness for you
in little home such as that cottage,
far from town, with ali its parties and
things, where you would be with real
people, where you would be loved and
served bv real friends 2''
Closer scrutiny OF the sand.
Would you give up that luxurious
life that you have followed for this.
and for a fellow whose every energy
would be turned to your happiness
such fellow, in fact, as I?''
The sand slipped away, and the gar
nets we're lost
ooh. Grace. Grace. would you-couId
you=!s
Ding. dong-ding, dong-ding. dong;
twelve O'Clock.