Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1900-02-20

it they had known each other and all of
each others friends and traditions for
half century at least.
1--WE been down to Bliss on court
martial, Harrington explained. Where
have you been?'
I've been East at school. It's very
funny, isn't it? We might never have
known one another until we had both
reached the post. And we are in the
same regiment, too. What year were
your
He slipped off his class ring and held
it out to her. She studied it intently
''Ninety-seven. Then you are a second
lieutenant"
altogether at your service. Why the
dickens didn't we divine this sooner? It's
been horribly dull-this beastly desert"
Miss Hill protested. Its not beast
ly desert
1T isn't now" he admitted Which
she ignored, and went on:
Its very beautiful and grand if you
only understand it.. | dare say you were
not brought up on it,
Il wasn't, thank heavenr
We'll, | was. [ was born on it. 1
made my first mud pies with ella water,
[ rode my first burro around Thomas.
and had my first spill into this alkali
dust. | suppose one has to be used to il
from the very beginning to love it,
Harrington began to feel that it was
anything but creditable not to love it..
He defended himself. New England
gave me birth. And [ still prefer the
lilac TO the. mesquite bush. It's all u
matte of education of course"
''Of course she agreed. Tell me
about the Presidio"
He told her about it with the zest for
word painting which California fosters,
and left her with the belief that she was
about to enter paradise on earth.
- GU play golf, of course:'
1t is the question which must come
sooner or later. She answered that she
did not; and Harrington was glad, be
cause now he could teach her, and life
would be all one beautiful driving little
white balls against the green slopes and
fields of feurs-de-lis, with. blue, sky
overhead and a sapphire sea beyond. 1t
was eternal spring in Harrington's heart
just now, so be overlooked the detail that
feurs-de-lis don't bloom in August.
Outside of Section 2 was a stuffy sleep
er, where sat a ScandallZed man and
woman, whispering and casting looks;
and beyond that was cleaning desert,
where the thermometer would have reg
lstered incredible things. But in Section
all was charming. The crunch of feet
on the cinders, the tinble of the hammer
on the hot box, the murmur CT mems
voices, came family to it.
How long shall we stop here?" Miss
Harrington did not know. and said So.
Neither did he care; but he kept that
to himself. He liked southern Arizona.
Then Miss Hill wanted to know Where
are we?'
'The question is the answer he told
her. She looked puzzled. do you I'M
derstand SPANISH" She remembered
and citizen packers. There had been a
time when it was her most fluent speech.
We'll, then, the name of this garden
spot IS Adonde-at least, within half a
mile of it,
THAT means where" she said.
Isn't 1T jolly well named? To look
out upon this world here is to ask
what for?' The plains are such forcible
reminders of the eternal un-get-at-able-
ness OF things in general"
MISS Hill was reSentful. Il dare say
they are not all measured off by human
foot rules like New England But they
are are lovely 4E | am quite sure shall not
hke &c, the Preside links half SO WE'LL"
This was dangerous. Harrington
launched Ia, off upon the delights of golf.
lhe conductor called <.All aboard'' and
teet hurried along the cinder bed. But
the tram was going thirty miles an hour
beIore they really realized it had started
and they We're at Yuma and had twenty
i've minutes in which to eat dinner be-
tore they. were aware that they had
passed Adonde. Adonde, indeed. It was
already only too plain where and with
er.
1t was palmer still by the time they
crossed or the ferry. Maj. Hill saw it,
and so did Mrs. Hill. and some others
who had come over to the train, so they
were very considerate about it, and went
70 listen to the music in the social hall
Harrington leaned on the rail beside her
was San Francisco, as though he were
personally responsible for it-which is the
way we get in California. 1t was only
too evident, even to the watching stran-
gers where and whittier Where they
were was in the seventh heaven Of con-