The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-03-20


Of this hill2'' he asked, incredu1ity in
his voice why is it not in the val
ley, where it belongs. or on the hill
side? Why is it perched on the sum
nit in such an unusual and Inacccs-
sib1e placer?
The woman laughed, merri1y, watch
ing the sunlight g1istening the
bright tin pail the man was carrying.
II do not know she replied, Eek
cept that it chose to be there It is
another of natures freaks. I suppose
She paused a moment, plucking
bunch of wild grape blossoms from a
vine that hung over the path. Then
she waved the bunch of blossoms to-
wards the shimmering sheen of green
and yellow stretched. like vast ORR
entail rug. beneath them.
The path, at last, swerved suddenly
to the right and. circ1ing large bowl
der which poised airi1y on the very
edge of the dec1ivity, ended at the
brink of a tranquil pool
Amid the tangled grass upon the
bank the woman sank to rest Her
straw hat dropped from her head as
she reclined upon the mold, and the
sunlight, dripping through the leaves.
fell asleep amid the copper of her hair
The man sat down the pail and.
leaning against a tree, stood in silence.
watching the glory of her tresses.
AHQ 50 nave Collie, A0 S6td, IL
nally, 4 have come these hundreds
of miles. only to find you changed
SO changed
cam 1 changed?'' she asked. sudden
~ raising her eyes from the cool
shadows of the spring
so changed he repeated; $50
changed
Involuntarily, almost unconscious1y,
he reached out his hands to her in a
gesture of appeal though yearning
to clasp her in his arms and draw her
back into the o1den sweetness; into
the gentle, natural simplicity that had
been hers in the days when he first
had loved her.
How am I diferent?" she asked.
after a moment of silence
81 hardly know" he replied. slowly,
sson1y, only there used to be a
warmth in your eyes that has van
ished. Hazel. Do you remember when
you used to stand at your fathers
gate and watch me come up the lane
in the long summer evenings, back
there in the Iowa hills? Your face
used to actually shine in welcome and
your eyes-your eyes glowed like the
Stars
The woman laughed.
Why she replied, mot an hour
ago, Walter, you said that my eyes
spanked like the stars Surely they
could not have changed much, then
Yes the man said. your eyes do
sparkle like the stars. but it is like
the sparkle Of the stars in winter, EIa-
zeI-hright but cold and cherries.
Then-back there in Iowa-they
g1owed, rather than sparkled -
g1owed like the stars in August
night-sOftly, subdued1y, warmly.
There is a vast difference in the g1im-
mer of the stars in summer and in
winter, did you ever notice 1t? In
summer they are less distinct, but they
seem SO kind, SO tender, near We
feel like we could almost reach out our
hands and touch them. But in winter
they are more brilliant, more like gil
but they are acknowledgements
that is the word. And, gaze at
them we are impressed with a sense
of vastness, with a realization Of the
great distances that stretch between
them and US. And, somehow, they
impart to us a feeling of loneliness -
.And do my eyes affect you that
way, now?" she asked.
Almost he replied They are
bright, but they have lost something
not 1ustre, nor yet beauty, but-feel-
ing, I guess that is what it is
Then said the woman, haughti1y,
| perhaps I had best turn my gaze in
s-ro.e