The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-02-20
JACK AND JILL.
BY EDGAR WILTON COOLEY. rCopyrieht, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. O..

BY EDGAR MELTON COOLEY. Icopyrisht. 1909. by Daily Story Pub. Col
 .And you say the spring l. on top ,' Q where 1t belongs. or on the hillside? Wh, h 1t ,perched on the summit in such ar unusual and inaccessible placer
 the sunlieht siistening on the bright til pail the man was carrying.
 II do not know" she replied, "excep that It chose to be there. It Is anothei of natures freaks. suppose" of ni Wiie e1Insp srspe blossoms blossoms from vine tha hung over the path Then she waved the bunch of blossoms towards the shim merinG sheen of green and yellow Una stretched. like . vast Oriental rug. be Her eyes sleamed .misehievously. ant the man pressed his fips tightly together He uttered not q word but In silence toi lowed her. almost dosgediy, up the wina tween the nodding dew-wet ferns ant over the cool. green moss.
 The path. at last. swerved suddenly te the right and. circling large bowide' Eno sss sda A tns the ssbz snf of Amid % the % tangled grass upon the bank the woman sank to rest Her straw hat dropped from her head as ,she reciinee upon the mold, and the sunlight. drip ping through the leaves, fell asleep amid the copper of her hair.
 |" The man sat down the nail and. lean. ing. against a tree. stood m silence watching the saSs sVsy oa her he sss fin ally, T have come these hundreds oi miles. only to find you chanseo-s'
 Am I chansed7" she asked, suddenly raising her eyes from the cool shaoo"'
 "so changed he repeated. "s'
 Invoiuntarily, almost unconsciously. h reached out hIs hands to her h ., sestss; stu 2; her in his arms and draw her back intt l the oldefi sweetness: into the gentle. nat urar simplicity that had been hers Tn tn' days when he first had loved her. ...., a moment of silence.
 "I~ hardly know" he replied, slowly | "only, only there used to be warmtl | in your eyes that has vanished, Hazel Do you remember Der when :mS you wateS atcS nss ss | come up the lane in the long summe | evenings, back there in the Iowa hills | Your face used to actually shine an vel. come and your eyes-your eyes slowes | like the stars"
 "Why, she replied, mot an hour ago Walter, you said that my eyes sparkled like the stars. Surely they could not have changed much. then. ,. .,,,. .vs. ao sparkle like stars, but 1t is like the spar kle like the stars in winter. Hazet- bright, but cold and cheerless: Then back there in fowa-thew slowed. rather an August night-softiy: subduediy
 warmly. There is vast difference in tho giimmer of the stars in summer and IT 1 winter, did you ever notice 1t? In sum mer they are less distinct. but M they a, seen zen
 we could almost reach out our hand. and touch them. But in winter they ar'
 more brilliant. more like. gigantic ala.
 monds. They are beautiful. but they ar' a1sLna:-sst Hnd, as we gaze at them we are i'm
 a realization of the great distances tha
 stretch between them and us. Anc
 somehow. they impart to us feeling O
 And do my eyes affect you that way
 "Aimost," he replied. "They are bright
 but they have lost somethipg-not lustre
 nor yet beauty; but-feelins' guess Una l ""Then." said the woman. haughtily
 perhaps I had best turn my gaze Il
 some other direction. am very sur
 I do not wish to make you lonely O
 "Hasei" The man spoke sharply counmandingiy. "I did not travel half wa
 across the continent for the purpose Q l presenting myself as target TOT m
 arrows of sarcasm
 "oh," exclaimed the woman, in mocl
 surprise. you came simply to dellve
 a lecture on astronomy. and. incident
 ally. make few remarks on the sub)ec
 of personal attractiveness-was that '' | Fridays story. "A MAsrERFUL Wo