Newport daily independent., 1902-10-03

walking. lie was born lover; most Arcadian youths are. What then?
 The teacher was young and liked to be talked to and walked with, especial lv if the voice that talked was rich and full. and he who walked swung at her side with a stride masculine and strong.
 Eh beini 1t is easy to be glad when one is young and not on the lookout for cloud specks that may grow to storms When one grows older, one keeps a spyglass and sweeps the heay- ems by day and by night. One must have reason. Reason? Mais oui. But it is not so in youth. Therefore, the man and the woman strolled on to- rether drinking in the sunshine and the singing, and talking. What mat ters the subject of their talk? They spoke to one another. And the other man?
 Bah. it is not at such times as these that the teacher thought of the other man. While the glamour of thls rich, manly beauty was upon her; while these full tones trembling into tenderness filled her ears and while these wonderful eyes slipped thelr shy caresses into hers; why should she think of thin, energetic face deVolu of beauty, of crisp, clear tones oi eyes that met hers calmly, coolly Once she had thought of it and against the lm- age had sprung that uncanny' french saying:
 Argent comptant porte medeclne.
 She had hated herself for the saying for the thought. How can one De sordid of soul when one walks among the pines and has wet flowers proI- fered by slim, strong fingers. Ana II the fingers tremble little in thelr eagerness? Voila l'argent! What IS ready money compared to ready love ]! if one be young.
 And Nizile? The girl who stood watching? Did she weep when the strollers disappeared leaving her alone-utterly alone in the heart or tne sweet-scented forest. Her teeth olt fercely upon her quivering lip. Agaln and again she said it:
 "Ame de boue, anne de boue
 Her eyes glittered. She was angry :
 Mais oui. Had he not spent every Sunday with her since she began to wear his ring, two years ago. Anu many Sundays before that? Had they not wandered through hours or sun shiny weather up and down this little valley. or sat hand in hand upon the fallen -ree trunk? Speaking at longln ln- tervals-too happy to talk ounoay after Sunday for two long years? Ana now it was Sunday and she was alone! Nizile had risen early as her habl' was. to do the cooking for the day and make herself fine and fair before he came, then she had slipped away to the trysting place to await ms com | ing. He had gathering flowers for the teacher.
 "Ame de boue! soul of mud!" Those beads upon her lashes were tears of rage then, not loneliness?
 Eh bien, women weep for many things The great God made them so lest their hearts break in their breasts and they die.
 Nizile wept Face down among the ferns and flowers. Careless of her pretty dress and the bright ribbon at her throat. Forgetful of the bangs she had curled against his coming. She lay and wept. Why? Who shall say?
 A swinging stride came down the hill- side; rich voice called her name caressingly. Nizile sprang to her feet. One hand smoothed her rumpled dress; the other flung out in SCOTT:
 "Va!"
 But he did not go. Why should he? Had he not seen the look in the other mans eyes. The look of strong man proof against defeat?
 "Cherie," he said, tenderly, "Ma petit"
 He took her in his arms. He hushed her bitter reproach with kisses, slow, sweet kisses, that softened the girls heart and made her forget her anger. Her head sank against his breast and his dark beauty mingled with hers as cheek pressed against cheek. By and by they sat upon the log, hand clasped in hand, and said nothing.
 A woman walking upon the crest of the hill looked down into the valley and saw them sitting there. She started and stumbled. A strong hand caught her arm. A white hand large and we'll made. The right hand of man who has sat much behind a desk and made many figures. The well-kept hand of man who is neat because he was born so-because his father was so before him, and his grandfathers for many generations. The woman glanced at the steadying hand and smiled with sudden kindliness into the face above her. A plain face, indica-