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lashing of rain on the roof. But
later in the day he went over to the
"Piratage." There was a high
fence about the house, and the rusty
iron gate was fastened with
chain and paddock. He shook the
gate and shouted and after a time an
old man with bushy head and fierce
looking hair came out upon the varan-
da and demanded to know the cause of
such disturbance at his gate. Gran
dal! replied that no disturbance was
intended, and then the old man asked
him what he wanted. Crandall didn't
know exactly what to say-he didn't
care to blurt out that he wanted to
see the girl, so be remarked "Why,
you see, we are neighbors, and"
Cob, We are!" the old man broke in.
"And if that's the case don't you
think you ought to have waited for he
to call first?'
"Well, yes," Crandall admitted,
''that would have been more formal
but l am willing to dispense with
formality."
"But l am not" said the old man,
stepping inside and shutting the door;
and as Crandall was about to turn
away he thought be heard the music of
a mischievous laugh. During all that
day, and during nearly all the night
he worried over the truth that the
picture had been taken by his heart
instead OF his mind. The next morn
ing he was on the pier when the sun
arose and his eyes wwept the flashing
water, but he did not see her, and af-
ter waiting until noontime he returned
to the house To brood over her, to gaze
inward at her picture, with hair
streaming like flame. Late in the
afternoon he wandered by the wooded
shore and suddenly he halted, with
his heart beating hard, for there she
sat beneath pine tree, gazing out up
on the quiet water. He halted, stood
and looked at her, and she did not
withdraw her eyes from the sleeping,
sea, for she had not heard him; but
he stepped back, to retreat in the tim
idity that suddenly had come upon
him; a twig snapped beneath his foot
and she looked around.
II beg your pardon" said he; and
she replied: ooh, no, but beg your
pardon for laughing when you were
driven away from our gate"
He sat down beside her and she
made no objection. And they talked
with freedom that cut an hour short.
At last voice called her and Sue
started up, declaring that she did not
know it was 80 late. He called you
Marette," said Crandall. It's pref
ty name."
"Good bye" she said, running away
from him.
"When may 1 see you again?" be
called after her, and back came the
words: "Oh, you mustn't think of
that. Perhaps not at all"
II returned to the place the next
afternoon and waited until after the
sun had set. She did not come. But
the next day he found her reading in
the woods. She was self possessed d.
but this time she blusshed when sud-
denly he appeared before her. And
now how soft were their accents, so
different from the tone of raillery that
had characterized their first meeting.
And thus they met, sometimes every
day for week, and then not at all for
several days. She would never agree
to an appointment, always leaving
their meeting to chance. One day
they sat gazing upon the dreamy sea.
II had taken so severe a course in
athletics that had reasons to believe
that all emotion had been trained out
of me-" he said. "Violent exercise is
sometimes an Offset to mental
mich. saw heart emotion. But find
that with me this belief was all fal-
lacy" She looked at him as if she did
not understand his meaning, and,
though he knew she did, yet he pre-
tended that he did not. Have you
been trying to feel strong emotion !"
she asked, and he replied: mo, not
trying to feel it." l don't know what
you mean," she said, and then be cried:
"Oh, yes, you do" and he put his arms
about her; and the hours flew and the
sun sunk low and famed upon the
water, like your hair spread out" he
said. And then they heard the old
man caillng ner. lie WAS heal aI ua""
and he saw Crandall. Here" said
he, "I've got word to say that may
be of use to you. From this time on
you will see the black flag of ~mS> an
cestors flying from the toyS ON my
house. you come on my land you
will be shot, and if you attempt to in
fluence any further the mind of this
child | will hunt you and kill you"
! "She is to be my wife," said Gran
dali.
"Then she is to be bride and
widow at the same time," replied the
old man. He lead the girl away and
Crandail went home and walked the