The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-11-07

shine for it's head, by the falling of the
walls and the neglect of the gardener
| is made the bantam of the forest But
you have forgotten, as Emerson for
! got, that be it ever so much bantam
! there must still be some hint of the
sun-loving garden-fower at its heart.
Even while giving its branches IN
stern protection to the covering
! things at it's roots, it must yearn
vaguely for sheltering walls and sun
shine" she turned abruptly toward
the painting.
Stanford moved step rSarer and
stared hard at the canvas. The
problem was solved for him. He re-
membered now to have heard how at
her fathers death she had taken
charge of the nearly bankrupt house.
by an absolute devotion of time and
energy saved the name from dishonor.
More than that. She had made it one
of the most prosperous concerns in
the city.
Stanford's heart-beats quickened.
True, there was small suggestion of
garden-fower beauty in the strong
marked face, but in Imagination he
saw it suffused with a shy flush of
gladness, the firm lips broken into
lines of quivering tenderness, the
steadiness of the eyes lost in-Stanfard
checked his hayward fancy with
sharp reproof. He was in a public gal
lery with publisher who had just re-
jected the best piece of work lie had
ever done.
''Do you ever read Stanton's
poems?" he asked, in tone that held
a hint of twilight in its tenderness.
"All of them" she returned, with
out lifting her eyes.
''They are wistful things"
Yes" she interrupted, but it is
the usefulness of strength, not
What an absurd subject for physi-
ologist and publisher to be wasting
time over! That misty bit of moon
light must have gone to our heads"
''It is eXquisitely true to nature"
he returned, setting aside her change
of manner.
''Is it? Well, my holiday is over
L"
Don't say good-by," he interrupt
ed, quietly. 81 am going home with
you"
at will not be worth while. If it
had been possible to handle the book
with any promise of profit, the house
would have accepted it at once.
We
Il don't want to discuss the book"
he interrupted, impatiently.
She looked at him, frankly puzzled.
"Well," she said "as you like" and
then led the way toward the en-
trance.
Stanford followed with sturdy de-
termination. Was she at heart gar
den flower or bantam? He was re-
solved to know And if-if--? His
thought broke there and he fell to
studying the passers by with quiet
intentness.
The head of the concern had not
forgotten his presence, but that
serene moon above the darkened
trees came between her and all prac-
teal thoughts. She attempted to
reason upon the cause of his pres
ence. to remain alert. But in a mo-
ment her thoughts slipped from her
control and ran back to those dim
pines massed against the eastern
sky. Could it be possible that it was
only ten years ago? vt IS she had
been poet of limitless ideals; at
2S she was a hard working woman,
given to testing by the sordid stan
dard of dollars and cents.
Stanford took her arm to guide her
over a crossing and she smiled invol-
unfairly.
"Nhat is ito" he asked.
Nothing" she returned.
II did not know you were the wom-
an to smile at nothing, and" he con-
tinued, as they reached the door, 81
don't believe you are" He rang the
bell and faced her on the steps.
"NVhat were you smiling at?"
"Why, only at the thought of my
being guided over a crossing"
Stanford followed her into the IL
brary before he spoke again.
IC SdiAl cal lltStlN, YOU
have been a bantam so long that you
have quite forgotten the garden flow
er's love of sunshine and shelter?"
He placed his hand on the back of
the chair and hesitated a moment be-
fore dragging it near hers.
"Do you think that you can per-
suade me that you are a bantam
quite to the heart-that all your
womanly tenderness has been lost
beneath a determination to bring the
house through"
why, yes"
"You think that you can quite con-
vince me of all that-and yourself?"
"Why, yes. I assure you | feel
quite strong and woody" but she did
not meet his eyes. The memory of
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