Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-05-19

her dallity way OF dressing, and as for
ller beauty, that was undcniable. It
impressed him no less wildly now than
IL ilad IA those other days when he
adOred her.
suddenly, without any premonitory
tuning of Instruments, the orchestra
broke into a catchy air that brimmcd
over with contagious jollity and sent Il
ripple of mcrrimcnt running through
the audience.
"A queer ripple came over Jacks face
as he smiled with the others. That lit.
Tie melody was full of memories for
MN. NO matter how completely a
thlng OF the past his love for Edith
might be, that tune always must bring
her to his mind.
There was nothing sentimental about
IT. 1t was too frankly gay for that, but
1t had nevertheless woven itself mex.
tricably through all their courtship. 1t
began with their first quarrel, an as
sumption Of authority on his part, I'M
W~arrantable as he looked at it now,
and a Haunting of pride on hers.
The next evening they had met in a
o at the thcater and had avoided
each others eyes until the orchestra
struck up that air, which by it's infec-
tious gayety had dispelled their i'll hui
NOR and caused them to look ut one an.
other and smile. After that they never
heard it that their eyes did not meet
with a look of understanding. 1t had
ended many quarrels for them.
when you can hear that air played
without meeting my eyes, | shall know
that you no longer love me-" Jack once
had said to Edith half in jest.
The melody IN question, CHANGING to
strike the keynote of PUBLIC favor, be-
came popular, and they heard it every
where. Sometimes in Il pretty attempt
at defiance Edith resolutcly would keen
her eyes averted and refuse to look at
her lover, but she never could carry
her willfulness to the end of the tune.
Always before the music stopped her
eyes would meet his gaze.
And this was what the orchestra was
playing now, and he and she were sit
ting only a few feet apart, with their
love for each other quite dead. 1t was
an odd coincidence, Jack thought. smil-
ing. How had that old tune, which be-
lOnged to q past summer, come to find
a place among the popular airs of the
present one? There seemed to be some
invisible link that connected thcm-her
and him and that fanciful, silly jig.
Well, there would be no love message
flashed between them this time.
Jack told himself this with no emo
ton, and his calmness made him real
ize how completely a thing of the past
she sat. The crowd had thinned out,
and he could see her plainly now
If the music stirred memories III
Edith, the fact did not show in her
face. Her eyes were lowered. but her
lips smiled as she listened to what her
companion was saying.
Suddenly she raised her head and
met Jacks gaze. Whether she had
seer him before he did not know, but
as she looked her smile faded, and for
Il few seconds the two regarded each
other steadily, gravely.
Then just as the music stopped some
thing in the mans face brought the
girls smile back again, not to her lips
this time, but in her eyes. and Jack
knew that she had not forgotten. He
knew, too, that his pretense at not car
ing had been a farce and that he loved
her still.
1t was a a nan in a dream that he
saw Edith rise and move toward the
exit, followed by her escort. Jack also
rose, and in the confusion, as a crowd
filled the elevator, he managed to speak
to her.
"When can l see you" he asked.
'"Tomorrow," she answered without
looking at him.
The elevator stopped, and they were
separated again, but as Jack lighted a
fresh cigar and went on his homeward
way life had a different look, and the
clatter Of horses feet as cabs darted
swiftly over the smooth asphalt beat
time to a glad refrain that echoed and
re-echoed in his heart, Tomorrow, to-
morrow, tomorfow!'-New York Press.