Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1901-10-24

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more than her insistenee upon the
trousseau would lead one not yersed in
the workings Of the feminine mind to
believe.
She came into the garden and found
1 Ferrier sitting there. 1t was a carna-
ton garden, just sheltered and inland
enough TO get none Of the freshening
breeze from the sea. The air was warm
and languid and thick with semitic
scent of carnations that spread for
acres upon acres away; Of the hello
trope that hung a mass of purple redo
lence above his head; of the honeysuek-
le that loaded the roof Of the green
house near by; of an orange grove In
blossom TO windward somewhere.
There were humming-b hanging al
The flower-cups, bluebirds and black
birds drifting about. Ferrier watched
them with heavy eyes. The love-tale
he had brought with him lay neglected
upon his knee. He was recollecting po-
etry. He murmured drowsily, half
aloud, Of beds Of amaranth and molly"
of warm airs lulling. blowing slowly,
and handicapped eyelids still"
And this was, in the nature OF things.
the time for Eve to appear. She foated
into his line of vision by way Of the
gravel path. She wore no garments OF
leaves, but sky suggestion of cloud
white and faintest blue. She was hat
less, her parasol hung low over her
shoulder, and her brown hair cleaned
in the sun.
Ferrier watched her coming toward
him between two rows OF La France
rose-bushes IN full bloom. He was
sure that she would stop there
where she was and sit beside him
upon the bench. Which was exactly
what she did; but, lest anyone
should suppose that she was not
thoroughly nice girl in every way. be
it said-it was not by any means the
first time she and FerFier had met.
They had spent mornings together
upon the beach, and afternoons upon
the verandas of the hotel, and their in
timaey was just one degree short Of
where Ferrier thought 1t necessary TO
make her acquainted with any Of his
purely personal affairs.
shall l tell you"-said Eve, and her
voice, like the voices Of the poem, was
thin and far away-"shall tell YOU
what you were thinking about? You
were thinking that all the ties OF the
past are as frail as cobweb strands. are
nothing stronger now than a thread of
mist-like that up there She raised
her eyes to one faint line of cloud that
lay upon the sky.
Yes" said Ferrier. drowsilv. as one
who is under spell, "but how does IL
happen that you know"
For answer she turned her ewes to
him. After which that happened
which happened in Heaven once; there
was silence for the space of half an
hour, or rather less. perhaps.
A blackbird, FURNISHED and glowing
till its wings and breast flashed prism
hues again. lighted among the pink
branches Of the oleander-tree. and
preened its wings and considered them
A moeking-bird sang from far away IN
the heart of the orange grove. Then
Ferrier spoke at last. why should Il
matter to either of us" he said. that
there has been yesterday"
Her hand was lying upon the bench
His own closed gently over ii. and She
did not draw away. He drew her closer
to him, 50 close that it lay, at length
against his shoulder, the head with M
glinting brown hair. He looked AZ r.
lips. They were warmly red. and ills
with lips even as with wine. there i
danger in looking upon them when tbev
are red.
There was cheerful human whistl.
the serunch of clumsy feet upon tn
gravel Of the walk. The beII-bov fron
the hotei-glaringly out Of place in his
red and hrass-trimmed uniform-came
into sight. He was bringing a TELEGRAM
and shrillng: an Leave Nv Happv
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