The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1903-05-28


And she had fancied she read love in MS
deep blue eyes They had met more man
once since the adventure in the WOOD |
and he had always stopped to speak 10
her. And the previous day, as she had
been sitting reading in the garden, sne
had heard the prancing hoofs, and, look
ing up, had seen him pull up his merry
chestnuts, which had frightened her 50
an hour before in the lane, and, throwing
the reins to the groom, jump down and
enter the little gate.
Winifreds heart beat fast as sne saw
Mr.. Hastings coming up the garden 10
ward her.
II have come to call on Mr.. Eyre-is
he at homer" Enrol asked.
mo-" replied Winifred; "he has been
out since two o'clock, and do not ex-
pect him until the evening"
81 am sorry" Enrol had answered, look
, ing in her face, as he always did now;
"but il you will allow me to make his
absence to-day an excuse for calling
again, shall not regret 1t too much
"Can say anything to him for you
! asked Winifred.
81 am afraid not" Mr.. Hastings said,
smiling; sit is on question OF new
method of farming, which I fear Is too
abstrusa for me to discuss with you. But
am interrupting your reading-is your
book very engrossingT
And as he spoke he glanced at the
cover of the book and observed WITH
some surprise that it was an old French
romance.
"Will you let me send you some books
TO readT' Errol asked, gently. Il make
a point Of collecting all the best works,
both foreign and English, and it would
be such a pleasure to me to think some
one besides myself would take an in
terest in reading them"
"Oh, how kind you are! exclaimed
Winifred, eagerly, blushing with delight;
"it would be- such treat to have some
thing new to read.'
"What shall it be? asked Mr., Hast
History, novels, poetry, or theol-
ogy? When you read Tennyson, look for
nv favorite poem, 'Oenone;' | am sure
YOU will agree with me in admiring that
Do you sometimes indulge in romance,
Miss Eyre"
Sometimes" laughed Winifred. DO
! your
eyes" said Errol 81 must plead gull
ty, although am long past the age when
/ that youthful foible is permissible. But
t when am alone | like to sit and look
| at a beautiful landscape. until my very
power Of vision Is absorbed in thought;
and like to go back centuries, and live
in the past ages, that from their wide
? distance from us seem golden. Do you
ever fancy you would like to have been
t one of the celebrities Of the olden times
= should like to have been Alexander, and
: conquered the world; or Leondas dy-
ing gloriously in battle; an undaunted
? hero, like Alcibiades; an emperor, like
: Caesar; Mark Antony, beloved by
CLEOPATRA; or Launcelot, If you might
y have been Gulneyere."
| His voice had dropped while he was
. speaking and as he uttered the last sen
i tence in a low, thrilling whisper, his
ewes sought hers with a passionate ex.
e preston of admiration.
i. Winifred colored deeply, and the tone
/ of her voice was naughty as she made
!. answer, looking far away into the woods
q 81 would not have been Guinevere tC
the noblest Launcelot who ever breathed
q Had | been chosen by such a godlikt
# knight as King Arthur. | think | coulc
:. have appreciated him too well to requit'
o his love with falseness."
~ beg your pardon, | ought to have
n remembered but for the moment | die
hou faI I
lected that she was beautiful and charm
e ing"
e Enrol had never once taken his eyes of
Wipifred's face while he had been speak
ss ing. And as he watched her, he though
N that of all the women he had ever known
uone had such a sweet grace of womanli
I ness as this one. He rose suddenly t
lie flee the temptation.
" pardon my intrusion, Miss Eyre;
n. have detained you already too long"
,r And Enrol Hastings held out his hant
ir to her. She put her own timidly into il
le and he clasped it for a moment witt
c. strong, passionate clasp, looking int
rs her eyes the while with look tina
r. brought the blood rushing to her face
Id Then he turned slowly, and went bacl
S, TO his phaeton, her eyes looking dreamil
" into the distance. Her revere was di
verted by seeing a young farmer, MI
n Tom Fenner, sauntering leisurely dow
the road, hitting off the tops of the gras
IL viciously with his stick. She had see
a him pass before when she was talkin
Id with Mr.. Hastings, and his presence an
a moved her. He came deliberately in a
D. the garden gate, and walked up to wher
d. she sat.
Good afternoon. Miss Eyre" he sait
s putting out his great coarse hand to hel
v "I suppose may come in now you ar
ne disengagedf"
IN Winifred was compelled to give him he
ur hand, sorely as it chafed her that hi
coarse, heavy touch should brush off tn
Is tender clasp of Mr.. Hastings 1.-the fiji
ke gers.
Certainly you may come in" she al
~ swered, coldly; you might have done S
as when you pleased before. was not pa
ne ticularly engaged"
IT. "Oh. you did see me, then? | though
ne you were too much occupied with yOr
aI 6ne new friend to look at me-"
NlnlIFe0 was oeslunlhs 10 get ah6l.
this man had never presumed to use sue
Vi a tone to her before.
"Do you want to see my fatherT 81
no asked abruptly.
oe "No, l don't; I left him not an hoI
gu gu ago in the turnip 6eld-I want to s'
IlI I you"
81 "0h, very WE'LL" remarked Winifre
~ "but please let me know at once VIII
you want of me. it is time to go in al
"A. see about the tea"
M "0h, you weren't in such hurry ju
ts How, when you had that puppy Of
= Hastings here" said Mr.. Fenner, wrat
- fully.
"a Winifred rose ike a young Juno, wi
70 such an imperial air of amazed indign
- tion that her companion quailed.
!. "Mr. Fenner." she said have u
80 any idea Of what you are talking about
~, Look here. Miss winifredy utter
~ Fenner, with great earnestness-'its