The diamond drill., 1902-11-01
The Story Of On A|TIgln Form.
By OLIVE soHREIEER.

entirely forgotten his proximity, ana
he dared 10 inspect the little hands and
neck as he never dared when he was IN
momentary dread OF the eyes being
turned upon him. She was dressed IN
black which seemed 20 take her yet
farther from the white clad gewgawed
women about her. and the little hands
were white. and the diamond ring gilt
tered. Where had she got that rlngf
lHo bent forward a little and tried TO
-aecipher the letters. but the candlelight
was too faiIH When he looked up.
her eyes were fixed on him. She was
looking az hlm-not, Gregory felt. as
she had ever looked at him before;
not as though he were a stump or a
stone that chakce had thrown In her
way. Tonight. whether II were critic
ally or kindly or unkindly, he could
not tell. but she looked at him. nj the
man. Gregory Rose. with attention. \
vague elation filed him. He clinched
his fist tight 10 think OF some good
idea he might express 10 her, but OF all
those profound things he had pictured
himself as satng To her. when he sat
aione IN the daub and waffle house.
not one came. lie said at last:
'srhese Boer dances are very low
things" And then. as soon as II had
gone from him. be- thought IL was not a
clever remark and wished il back
Before Lyndall replied EN- looked in
at the door
"Oh. come!" she said They are 20
ing to have the cushion dance. | do
not want TO kiss any Of these fellows.
Take ne quickly"
|. She slipped her hand into Gregory's
Krm
1T is so dusty. I'm. DO you care TO
dance any moreY he asked without
rising.
"Oh, do not mind the dust, and the
dancing rests me-"
But lac did not move.
IL feel tired | do not think | shall
dance again. hc said
Elm withdrew her hand. and a young
farmer came 10 the door and bore her
off.
81 have often imagined" remarked
Gregory but Lyndall had risen.
81 am tired" she said Il wonder
where Waldo Is lie must take me
home. These people will not leave Off
till morning ! suppose. u IS 3 al
ready"
She made her way past rne fddlers
aDAa bench full OF tired dancers and
ypassed out at the front door ON the
"stoep' a group Of men and boys We're
smoking. peeplng IN NJ the windows
and cracking coarse jokes. Waldo was
certainly not among them, and she
made her way to the carts and wagons
drawn up at some distance from the
homestead.
waldo" she said. peering into a
large cart. "is that you? am SO dazed
with the tallow candles ! see nothing +"
He had made himself place be-
tween the two seats. She climbed up
and sat on the sloping floor In front.
81 thought should find YOU here. T"
she said. drawing her skirt up about
her shoulders. You must take me
home presently. but not now"
She leaned her head on the seat near
Z@NrnlS. anu NNtN l4NAtiAtn III Nitltt W.
the ftful twangiag Of the iddles as
the night Wind hore Il from ttp farn.
house and 90 the cpascleSs tbul OF the
dancers and the peals of gross laugh
ter She stretched ont her little hand
10 feel for his.
1T ls SO nice 10 lie here and hear that
noise" she said. II like to feel that
strange life beating up against me.
like TO realize forms Of life utterly un-
like mine" She drew IA long breath.
"When my own life feels small and
am oppressed with IL, | like TO crush TO
gether and see II In a picture, In an
instant. multitude OF disconnected
unlike phases OF human life-a me.
diaeval monk with his string OF beads
pacing the quiet orchard and looking
up from the grass at his feet 20 the
heavy fruit trees; little Malay boys