Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1901-07-05

children together. It was rAvorite
walk OF Cecil's, for lie liked to see the
fiultering colored aprons and gowns OF
the children over the green sward and
the trim form Of the Little
Teacher. She had smooth brown
hair and blue eyes, cheeks red
as roses and she wore print gowns
such as Cecil Van Vliet had never seen
before. When she sang with the chill
dren 1t was in such sweet AMI hap
by voice that it thrilled the heart like
a wild birds song. That was the rea-
son he liked to stay where he could
hear it-and he so often sat on the
bench under the beech trees that the
teacher, as we'll as the children, came
to know him.
To them, as to his cottage housewife,
he was a medical student, living cheap
over the summer. Even that made the
people somewhat in awe of him.
The Little Teacher lived In the
brown farm house that had survived
the tidal wave Of progress. After
time Cecil walked home with her and
sat with her under the low brown
porch. The martins built In boxes
nailed there for them. Roses that
seemed to hold the perfume as well as
all the wealth of color In the air anu
sunshine nodded from bushes that
were rooted deep and strong. The OLD
life was a dream, but Cecil lived In
dream.
All that he had written Of sup
positions suburban life had long since
been burned. What he wrote to re-
place 1t was alive and human-it was
what he saw. what he felt, what was
and is. The Little Teachers simple
existence, the Joy, the sorrow OF every
day was painted with the zest and IN
terest and charm Of novelty.
There came a day when ne closed
the last chapter and, his heart Deatlns
with enthusiasm, tied up the package
and sent 1t into the great city from
which he had been over four months
an alien. 1t was the end OF summer.
The orchards were fruit-laden, the RED
rose hips scarlet on the bushes. Inc
wheat fields had been shorn and were
becoming green again. The years WORK
was being completed also. 1t was mar
vest time.
II would be two weeks before ne
could expect to hear from Mr.. motifs
How should he employ this time? Inc
old ways, the sweet ways with rest ana
peace. Then the armor must be girded
On for the work of the world.
But first, first, he must go to see the
Little Teacher. t. 4.
81 cannot take my eyes from you"
declared Lawyer Morris. you are an
other man in every way. And the
book. Shake hanis-you have made
me shed the first tears ever shed over
a novel,"
Van vliet's eyes shone.
"You are sure?"
"Sure! Yes, l am! don't r:ind tell
ing you that / have let publisher
have a peep at it. It's big thing, the
CVel OF the year. WCh1 49, o>~'
glad! I've some news for you also.
Gwenaolen refused Deb King point
blank. The Astranhams are On the
way home. Now are you happy"
"Well-that don't make me any nap
pier-because-beca o. hang 1t ALL
Morris. want to introduce you to
sore one that's waiting for me! Don't
go away"
He was back in five minutes, nerv-
GUS and radiant. With him was the
neatest of gray-clad small females.
red-cheeked, blue-eyed and blushing
like a shy child.
"Im very glad about the book" reit-
Grated Cecil, but it isn't the book or
the girl this time. 1t Is the girl first
aud then the book and both are sue
cesses, I'm sure you will say, Mr.. Nor
r!s."