The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-07-30
6Ohere the ripple Reddens.
BY L. PARRY TRUscOTT.

Her hair was Windblown; her hat,
turned down and shading her bright
face, was of white calico and belonged
properly to a young brother. Her pink
cotton dress had paid repeated visits
to the wash tub, and, to the critical
eye, was nearing the period when yet
another Tubing would be advisable.
She would have said she was horribly
untidy-not fit to be seen; in fact, she
said it.
He considered, and rightly, that she
was so exceptionally blessed as to look
delicious in anything, and he wisely
put that also into words.
That's prettily said," she laughed.
"No-don't go on. l am not such a
howden but that I know the correct
and only answer. l only like"-she
nodded her mouth to pensiveness-
compliments that might be true"
Mine all are when addressed to you"
he fastened to declare.
HThen they are more like bare state
ments of facts than compliments,
aren't they?" she smiled up at him,
"and not specially to your credit"
Greatly to yours" he insisted,
since your charms leave no margin
for establishment"
20, that is sweetly said!" she cried.
Don't, please, say any more, for you
But I can't stand num-" he OBJ
jected.
you can sit in silence. though"
what do you mean?"
Last night, at dinner, at your lady
loves side. I was watching you-be-
ing opposite and with no one but a
brother to speak to myself, I could
spoke-at any rate, you didn't. So you
see what you can do if you try
1T was she-who had been trying"
he said, mournfully.
Had she? Poor you-she looks a
little like that" She pulled herself up
with a pretty affectation of alarm.
What am 1 saying? o, beg your
she can be. 1t was you who looked
put out"
II had reason to look It,"
mo Doubt mean, she must have
laid some reason for letting you look
it,
"She could not help"
Poor thing-so weak2 I mean,
bound to such a tyrant!"
II give her her own way in every
thing"
She flashed round on him with her
most provoking smile.
"How horribly tame of you'll" she
said. mo wonder she has lost inter-
est in her-your looks"
after all,'' he said, II didn't follow
you out here to talk of her"
well, then, suggest topic-Tm
only waiting"
While she still waited she looked up
at the laden appel tree under which
they stood. She seemed to be select
ing, with the eye of a connoisseur, but
1t may have been the blue and white
patches of cloud-f1ecked sky seen
through the branches which held her
attention. He gazed at her. He had
been so gazing every available moment
during the brief week he had known
her, and always with the same sense of
pleasure in the picture she made. 1t
was true she was only the half edu-
Gated, untdy, pleasure loving daughter
(the adjectiveS had been supplied for
him) of the improvident, comfortable
farmhouse where he and his mother
and the girl he was engaged to were
staying as paying guests, but he saw
no reason in this why he should not adj
mire her for the qualities he did not
need to have supplied for him.
II came out meaning to say hum
bred things to you," he said at last
"and / cannot think or one.'
II came out meaning to pick-well
several, not hundreds quite, of apples
said she, ''and can't reach one"
There is something I might do fol
you,' he said, Selling hts opportunity
or trying to seize it. For. try as he
would, neither could he reach an ap-
pie.
II tell YOU what-that lowest branch
| there, 1t has four beauties on IT. j