The Monte Vista journal., 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. Il love her." Why not
let his heart be heard?
They strolled along together to the
music Of the sea. II. Parker felt that
there was melody even In the scream
ing Of the sulls overhead. He won-
dered why 1t had never seemed 30 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 on. 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.
Hs1 yoe CsSi sNisoub hlsb
TONI" quoth he with but trace Of
that quality In his own tone.
Sometimes
"On what rare occasions would Il be
possible for one to find you In that
mood?"
"Oh. we'll. I'm not naturally 80, you
know. but once In while when some
IN lnJ, 10
very serious-even blue-and as I al.
ways end by finding out what a silly,
useless creature l am. there Is very it,
tie enjoyment In being serious. Please
let's not be serious. Mr.. Baxter"
Never more ligh,-minded In my
iifc Miss Marston-never. But tell mo
how you deduct your conclusion which
proves you a silly. useless creature. I
am very clever at showing faliacies IN
reasoning"
well. unless because I live . use.
less life. Just look at my diary for q
winter. Just look It through and see
II you md anything accomplished.
anything improving or worthy. Dances
-calls-teas. over and over again. Do
you call that sort Of thing living: The
people meet day by day there: do l
know them. are they friends. DO they
know me: No. It's all vanity-artin-
ciai-a waste Of time"
Grace was serious enough now and
stared out to sea with Z frown upon
her brows as dark a. any that ever
hovercd there.
A pause and her companion spoke.
1T may be vanity for some, but not
for you. Miss Marston. Society fur.
nishcs a neld for superficial character
to breed and thrive In. bu, yours ID
good and strong and sincere"
Il have begun to forget and disre-
gard what Il naturally In. l am tired
OF that life. love tho woods and
tho seattle open mir and tho sense
Of freedom: freedom 10 90 where I
please. be a. I want to be. choose com.
panionH that I like"
Then the view OF cliffs and breakcrs
ID plcasantcr than the brilliant ball.
room with It's music and flowers? That
cottage half buried In tho pines seems
= uucr homo than many q brown stone
front on tho avrnuc."
"Ah. = 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 70 o..
aniaias handful Of sand for sarasts.
watching the search. hs coatinusd
evsa noee quietly thaa bseoes.
"would tAsrs b happiasss Tor yos
u . Mttis ho0s sueh % that eossass.
fas from towa. with eli its parties aal
thiass. who're you would b with real
peopls. wAsss you wouid b loved asl
sesvsl by real frisndsf"
Closer scrutiny Of the sand.
Would you givs up that luxurious
lifs that you have followed for this.
and for . fellow whose every energy
would b turned TO your happiusss-
such . fellow. In fact. - II"
The sand slipped away. and the gar
asts were lost.
"oh. Grace. Grace. would you --eosid |
you-r
Ding. doas-dins. doss-Aias. doas:
twelve o'clock.