Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-12-22
Tee Lady Of
the Red Clover
By
J. Herbert
WEIGH {: {:

MAY l sit down here on the grass
and condole with you until the arrival
of the-of the caddy?" asked Arthur.
II presume you may sit on the grass.
I don't own it, you know" The acidty
Of this reply was tempered by a fitting
| shadow Of smile.
"At all events" answered Arthur
sitting down, you took rather quick
possession of bit Of it just now. But
| 1t was really very rude Of that COW to
/ disturb you. can't tell you how sorry
I am"
A pair Of soft yet penetrating eyes
were studying the young man.
"No, l don't believe you can tell me
how sorry you are" said the pretty
lips beneath the eyes, land the reason
is that you're not sorry at all. You're
having trouble to keep from laughing"
Arthur could no longer restrain the
hilarity that had been yelling up be-
meath very thin veneer Of polite SO.
licitude. They laughed together.
"But must have done with this lev
ity," cried Arthur, suddenly. 81 must
be up and doing. My lady's hat and
flowers still lie within the domain of
the fell beast. 1 must recover them at
all hazards. l must face this beast, or
else, 'ods boddillins, were unworthy
the name Of knight"
He approached the fence, leaped over
and in q moment was bowling low in
the act of laying the trophies at the
lady's feet.
marry, now, but you are, forsooth
brave knight" she laughed.
"Ah, lady, my life were but slight
sacrifice in your service, but We're
to crave boon of you 1 would plead
that you take from the heap one small
red clover blossom and pin 1t in my
buttonhole with your own fair hands"
She laughed again. "Methinks you
are bold knight, too. But for the
sake Of the dangers you have passed I
will decorate you, Sir Arthur-when
the pins arrive"
The young man came very near los
ing his knightly pose. How under
the sun do you happen to know my
name?" he was about to inquire, but
he perceived, before it was too late,
that she had hit upon the name inno-
| Gently, as the usual name for knights.
May I be allowed to express a sus-
picion Of you" he asked.
II hope I am not suspicious per-
son." she answered, "but what is IT."
"Only that you have been reading
historical novels"
"Worse than that. But 1t seems to
me that your mind also is steeped in
the romantic"
ut is. I've just finished being thrilled
by Miss Mary Malvern's book, "A Court
Cavalier The celebrated Miss NAL
vern is soiourning for the summer in
this vicinity, you know"
Eyes, know" said the girl, hastily,
land what do you think of her boolll"
"Well," replied Arthur, slowly and
iudicially, "it Is not bad, not half bad.
OF course, most Of the situations are
impossible, and most of the characters
have no counterpart in the heavens
above, nor the earth beneath, nor the
IL,
wholc-the story's clever"
She smoothed wrinkle in her skirt
then asked slowly:
do you really think there is any.
thing clever in it? What, for in.
stance"
Arthur liked this Difference to his lit.
crary judgment, and he continued
complacently:
well, in the first place, It is clever
because 1t was written by so very
young a person. They say she is only
about twenty or twenty-one. AS a mat
ter Of fact, however, suppose she Is
nearer thirty. And II she is as young
, as is reported, I think her mother
ought to have looked after her better
because she seems to have had ar
amazing amount of experience in af
I fairs of the heart. One cannot writt
, of these things MS realistically as she
, does without an intimate knowledge o.
them. While many OF the situation!
are highly improbable, as l have said
some Of the love scenes are life itself
I verify believe that only veteran co
G quette could have described as Mary
| Malvern does the manner in which Ell
. vira leads the gallants on and thel
S houts them Yet there is distinct del
| icacy and charm about it all. Thi
@ Miss Malvern must be a most interest
o ing girl. l would give good deal t,
r meet her. Do you know, 1 though
S several times when 1 was reading th
T book that l could fall in love with :
= girl with mind like hers. l think W.
4 would be very sympathetic and congo
\ NAL"
C mot reallyw exclaimed the girl OF
the grass Her lips and ewes yer