The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1901-10-05

l knocked the ash deliberate, ~
cigarette. A'eiy on my
Upon my word" I confessed. .r,r
over it," '' a mini
Ihen her brothers came in and ~,
cnanged the subject until was going
~ is part of the compact that She shall
upon it. 'e'
when shall I communicate the p.
sun OF my deliberations?" asked II
the hall. Tomorrow"
I'm going to vereker's."
And Wednesday, I'm due at ,
smoker. Thursday?"
II you like"
thursday, then. Good night, Mary.'
~ is In the compact that am not to
call her Mary, but do. Sometimes she
OBJECTS, sometimes she doesn't. Or
TINS occasion she only tossed her heat
ana half turned away from me. sh,
Is aware that she looks well in profile
! suddenly bent over her. and
How dare you'll" she cried, hotly.
Il couldn't help it, Mary, ysu 10 oked
SO tempting" But she ran upstairs
with her face scarlet.
Il shall not be in on Thursday" sh.
called, as she turned the corner, "oI
any other day."
SO | went out, feeling triumphantly
foolish.
Next Thursday called, and she
wasn't out; but she received me cool
~, and kept the table between us.
Look here, Mary" began.
Miss Montague, if you pleased"
Il don't please. 1t is quite natural
to call friend by her Christian name. =
"Ye-es; but people might misunder.
stand, we agreed; and So"
I'm not going to pander to other
peoples stupidity" said, indignant.
ly; "and / don't consider that friend.
ship should have to be weighed and
measured in exact words" had pre-.
pared this remark beforehand.
MOO; perhaps not" l knew II
would score. "Still, there are bounds
to friendship" She shut her little
mouth decisively.
IF you mean last Tuesday"
II don't want to talk about It," she
interrupted. "Have you considered
about the stories?"
"Yes; 1 have reasoned out my posi-
tion most carefully-Mary." She
frowned, but passed the familiarity.
Sand your conclusions?"
as in verse"
20! how NIGEL" Women always like
fellow to run to verse. suppose it
Is because he is sure to give himself
away! "Let me see it,"
Oncondition that you read it aloud"
She looked objections. II want to
hear if have got the swing"
So she acclaimed softly. think I
said that she had pretty voice.
TO MARY.
I made me a tale of the tempest at sea,
Full of thunder and lightning above.
And the terrors that be when the storm
winds are free
But the end of the story was love!
sang me song Of raid In the glen,
With lit of the pipers who played,
Strike again. strike again, and die fighting
like men
And the struggle was over a maid!
planned me play Of monarch Of fame.
And his courtiers in silken attire,
And his statesmen, who came like moth
to the flame
For pair Of bright eyes were the fire!
paeaned the praise of an hero so calm.
And so strong in the tumult to stand,
When l found me the charm that had
strengthened his arm
1t was only the touch of a handl
And I? If my heart for a moment be strong,
If my tale for page ring sincere,
Or if merits belong to the play or the song
They are only your echoes, my dear!
When she came to the last line her
voice was very soft, and just little
fearful. l put my hand on her shoul.
der, and we stood looking silently at
the paper for a minute. Then drew
her gently to me-the way the stories
end!-Black and White.