Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-11-13

ignoring my question. II got lost, though one would say, there wasn't room enough. s> But the recks are all jumbled together. It takes a man an hour to walk quarter Of mile, and the little scrubbed trees hide every thing. If I know anything about geole- gy, that formation should be on the north side of the lake instead of on the seuth." .':--'.
 "B1ast geeiogy!' said l. Did you see her?''
 "The ancient mariner shot the alba tross." he replied, "and the others by approving became partners in his crime. They accepted the good weather as you will accept my information. Yes," he added, with grean, "I saw her.
 Don't tell me anything about it," said I, setting a firm heel on the neck of my curiosity. T don't want to knew.''
 Il had noticed how she sat when she was sketehing at the foot of the or ehard," said he. s'and had marked cut a bald rock on the hill frem which one might have a good view, We'll, it took me long while but found it, Really I thought it was no harm. I fancied that this whole thing was a trick and that the girl eaEae 4n to the house 'here and showed herself to us. To be frank, thought she was the blue eyed girl who sits in our part of the dining room. She's mysterious little creature, who goes off with a book in the forenoon and immediately vanishes off the earth's face. I was sure she was the -girl,'' ......
 And she isn't?'' ......-
 He laughed in. & choking fashion, breaking off to say: *s. $.7.r.: Y .,-.
 When was young, used te hear the best sort of music in my fathers house. They're all gone now, the sis ters and the cousins that sang to me and bred the love of sang in me. Even the home's gone, but I shall build ene of my own some day, please God. And somehow, when I heard that voice by the lake | dreamed that it might sing to me on many dear and blessed even ings under my own roof. I croak a tune myself once in awhile-not as you do, confound you, but if she loved me We'll, that's all over."
 "Scovel, speak out" said I. You're touching nearer than you know to a sore spot that troubled me all the way aeraas the -AtlaRtie ocean: She-she isn't pretty. That's the fact about it.
 He paused to light his cigar with resolute manner.
 What did you know about this busi- ness when you were on the Atlantic oceanw he demanded. "In this region of mysteries I'm prepared for any sort of statement but that strikes me as little strong
 ''The young lady in question:" said I, twas known to me when she was a child. I gave a great deal of thought to her when I was returning after my long absence, and will confess to you that I would have been glad to think of her as-weil, as pleasing to the eye, not to put it more forcibiy."
 He took a turn or two between the door and the cold hearth.
 'T wouldn't wish to set up my own standards in such a matter" said he at last, "Your eye is not mine. But, frankly, I call her plain; almost dis ressingly plain, poor child. She has an air of refinement and-and all that. her clothes are stunning. Perhaps a fellow might learn not to mind about matters that he had previously thought essential. She sings like 8 seraph, and, in the twilight, when a fellow couldn't see her very we'll What do you think?"
 T think it might be best te wait -un til 8 lady has shown some sign of pref erence for man." said I, before he worries too much about how she would look playing the piano for him on, a Sunday evening in the parlor of house he hasn't yet built. I. at least, am content to wait until see her face to face"
 Scovel nervously fingered some books on my table. ]
 "Well,' said he, dropping one of \ them heavily, 'T think I won't. It's I time that was going back to work. 4 I'm we'll enough. If my body stood the rocks on that hill and my nerves stood the snakes, I'm all right. Terry, they were awful. saw only one until got lost, and then the real character of the place slowly revealed itself to me- I must have strayed into their
 
 my dreams tonight" ,,r.s~-.4.. :. ..4 .g~.,4 Do I understand that you're going away?' ....'-- Y
 "Yes,'' he replied in a hurried tone. "I shall leave here this week, perhaps tomorrow. I hope we may meet in Chicago. Good night. It's done me good to talk this thing out with you. But for the love of heaven don't tell anybody" : -..~..... .., r...,...,.. ,...s....,. When he had gone,>I sat in the win dow long time, holding the rose that had fallen into my hand.
 It was such pretty thing to do. I could not, absolutely, I could not pie ture her kneeling upon the edge of that rock to look down upon me and let fall the rose without some touch of beauty giorifying her. in the moonlight. It would be crime of nature. My heart cried out against it. ,.5. ...-.
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