Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1899-12-28


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. 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 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
TOM" quoth he with but a trace OF
that quality in his own tone.
Sometimes"
ION what rare occasions would 1t be
possible for one to find you in that
mood"
"Oh, we'll, I'm not naturally so, rou
know, but once in while when some
thing goes wrong to induce 1t I gel
very serious-even blue-and as i al
ways end by finding out what silly
useless creature l am, there is very lit
I tie enjoyment in being serious. Pleas,
let's not be serious, Mr.. Baxter"
Never more light-minded in m,
| life. Miss Marston-never. But tell me
how you deduct your conclusion which
proves you a silly. useless creature.
am very clever at showing fallacies II
reasoning"
well, unless because I live a use
less life. Just look at my diary for /;
winter. Just look it through and Sc,
If you find anything accomplished
anything improving or worthy. Dance
-calls-teas, over and over again. D.
you call that sort of thing living? TIL
people | meet day by day there; do
know them, are they friends, do the
know me? No, it's all vanity-artifi
cial-a waste of time"
Grace was serious enough now an
stared out to sea with frown upo,
her brows as dark as any that eve
lowered there.
A pause and her companion spoke.
1T may be vanity for some, but no
for you, Miss Marston. Society fur
nishes field for superficial characte
to breed and thrive in, but yours /
good and strong and sincere"
Il have begun to forget and disre
gard what it naturally is. am tire
the seattle open air and the sens
Of freedom; freedom to go where
please, be as want to be, choose CON
panions that like"
Then the view of cliffs and breaker
is pleasanter than tie brilliant bal
cottage half buried in the pines seem
truer home than many a brown ston
= front on the avenue"
"Ah, a thousand times" answere
d Grace with the frown dying out of he
n face. His words were slow and earl
q est, but she seemed not to come,
: them with the speaker. They put hi
d into brown study and she fell to e,
r aiming handful OF sand for garnet
d Watching the search, he continue
r. even more quietly than before.
h would there be happiness for "
: in little home such as that cottag
: far from town, with all its parties al
q things, where you would be with re
l. people, where you would be loved az
/. served by real friends?"
3, Closer scrutiny Of the sand.
It Would you give up that luxurio'
It life that you have followed for thi
a and for fellow whose every eners
d would be turned to your happiness,
such fellow, in fact, as n"
k The sand slipped away, and the ga
o nets were lost.
: "Oh. Grace. Grace. would you-coul
Z you"
Hping. dong-ding. dong-ding, dong
HeeSislcck.