The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-12-30

By SARA LINDSAY COLEMAN.

EANNA AAAttNAN AUAlNIUIAE4.
Copyright isu b Daily story Pub. CO
Under its swirl ol ruhied organdi
Poily's heel gave q little vicious al
into the earth that sent the gaily val
anced hammock forward. Poll.
Iowned disapprovingly aI her smart
nfile shoes and the glimpse Of sin
nosh above them; frowned, too. at be
slender. ringIess hands with their pink
shining nails
IN Polly's vernacular the Afternoon
sas adorable; SO warm and still viii
the low sound Of the wind 10 the pines
and the drifting clouds that changed
and changed again.
The mountains-for Polly. foresee.
ing that between her mother and Ar.
Dillingham; she would become Mrs.
Dillingham; in spite OF herself. had
taken to her heels and fed 70 the
mountains
Polly, In the gay hammock, swung
slowly. She looked deiectedly at her
elm hand. The flashing diamond that
Mr. Dillingham; wanted TO place there
@ouldn't have been so bad; Mr.. Dining-
bingham. himself. was better than
nobody
Polly was very detected. Below
these heights. in her world. there were
dances, dinners-men.
She sat up very straight, for the man
big. brown and splendid-who tow
cred above her was holding out his
hand to her, and his eyes we're SO en-
gagingly blue
40live knew that you were up here. =
he said, "she has just written me
about IT, She asked me to hunt you
up-and there were lots Of messages
about the old schooldays" He smiled
down on her
Polly caught at those words as
drowning man clutches at a straw
There was only one Olive and she had
married Tom-Polly's brain worked
frantically- Tate, Of course.
She beamed on Mr. Tate She was
pleased with herself at the rush Of
memory that had saved the situation
from awkwardness-for 1t Is awk-
ward to have forgotten the name OF
the man who has married your dear
est school friend.
Mr. Tate was not handsome but
bronzed, and his vital, frank person
ality was irresistible. He talked gailyi
Of Olive, and her friendship for Polly;
Of boat races and football games. and
at parting, he held Polly's hand a trife
longer than custom decreed and looked |
into her eyes with eyes that spoke un-
uttered things.
Given a man. maid and a moon
even baby moon-and the combina-
iion is not without danger.
Tate fell quickly into the habit Of
dropping in on Pauline-she was Polly
10 her special friends-at all hours
There was a dairy. and she played
while he superintended
The making Of the golden pats Of
butter there were books. and they
read or seemed 10 read; there was a
piano, and she played and sang for
him; there was a lake on which they
ioated idly.
Ance in pursuit OF a squirrel, they
went deeper and deeper into the wood.
rate's gun was in his hand. he was
IN the mountains for the hunting. But.
IN the big, silent wood they found no
squirrels, and that night Pully brought
Ip her thoughts with a little shiver.
She had been trying so hard to remem-
Der all the little tender things con-
serning Olive during their school
lays; trying to remember the look in
her eyes as she bade her goodbye and
i was olives husbands eyes that
ooked into hers. A vague fear Of
herself assailed her
What are his eyes to meg' she said
.ngrily. What Is he to me? It's pre-
,oaterousl" She blew out her light.
laving suddenly felt a longing for
home and her mothers arms. Safe in
he knowledge Of her resolution to re-
urn home. she avoided Tate diligently
lext day. but at sunset she walked
through the odors OF the sweet old
ashioned garden to where the ham
mock swung, disconsolate.
He came; perhaps she had gone
here knowing the fact. Oh, the sweet
Doison that turks in renunciauonl The
'vening was warm and soft; the wind