Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-19

wanted 10 be told that he could look ut
her for Il thousand years. The small
face was rarely and exquisitely mod
eled. but perhaps just now the salient
characteristic of her beauty fOr the
salient characteristic seemed to be a
different thing at different times, was
the co!or:ng. delicate glow under the
white skin. glow that bewitched him
in its seeming to reflect the rich bene-
diction of the monday sun that blazed
overhead.
Once he had thought the way to the
Briscoe homestead rather long walk,
but now the distance sped Indignantly.
Stroled they never so slow, it was less
than young birds f1utter from a
wood" With her acquiescence he rolled
a cigarette. and she began to hum light
ly the air of song, song of ineffably
gentle. slow movement.
That. and a reference of the morning
and perhaps the smell Of his tobacco
mingling with the fragrance of her
roses. awoke again the old reminis-
cence of the night before. A clearly
outlined picture rose before him-7the
high green slopes and cool cliff walls
Of the coast of Maine and the sharp
little estuary waves he lazily watched
through half closed lids while the pale
smoke of his cigarette blew out under
the rail of Il waxen deck where he lay
cushioned. And again woman pelted
his face with handfuls of rose petals
and cried: up. lad. and at 'em! Yon-
der is Winter Harbor" Again he sat
I'm the oak raftered casino, breathless
with pleasure. and heard young girl
sing the ''Angers Serenade." young
girl who looked so bravely unconscious
of the big. hlshed crowd that listened,
cooked so pure and bright and gentle
and good that he had spoken of her as
Sir Gala!i:,ds little sister" He had
been much taken with this child, but
ne had not thought of her from that
Alme to this. he supposed. He had al
most forgotten her. No! Her face
suddenly stood out to his view as
though he saw her with his physical
eye, a sweet and vivacious child's face,
with light brown hair and gray eyes
and short upper lip like curled rose
leaf. And the voice
s He stopped short. ''You are Tom
Meredith's little cousin"
""The great Harkless," she answered
and stretched out her hand to him.
81 remember you"
sISn't it time?"
"Ah, but l never forgot you" he
cried. 81 thought l had 1 didn't know
who it WAS l was remembering.
thought il was fancy. and it was men,
cry. l never forgot your voice, sing
ing, and remembered your face, too.
though l thought didn't" He drew
a deep breath. "That was why
'Tom has not forgotten you" she
said as he paused.
"WouId you mind shaking hands
once more?" he asked.
She gave him her hand again. with
all my heart. Why?'
"T'm making record Of it; that's
ALL Thank you"
"They called me Sir Galahad's lit
tie sister all one summer because the
great John Harkless called me that.
You danced with me in the evening"
''Did To-
"Ah," she said. shaking her head,
you were too busy being in love with
pretty Mrs. Van Skuyt to remember
waltz with only me! was allowed to
meet you as reward for singing my
very best, and you-yOu bowed with
The indulgence of a grandfather and
asked me to dance"
Like a grandfather! How young
was then! How time changes us"
''Tm afraid my conversation did not
make great impression upon you,"
she continued.
"But it did. l am remembering very
Fast If you will wait a moment l will
Aell you some Of the things you said"
The girl laughed merrily. Whenever
she laughed he realized that it was be-
coming terribly difficult not to tell her
how adorable she was. II wouldn't
risk; it if were you" she warmed him,
because L didn't speak to you at all.
4 shut my lips tight and trembled all
ever every bit of the time l was dane
ing with you. | did not sleep that
might. and | was unhappy. wondering
what the great HarkIess would think
Of me. | knew he thought me unutter-
ably stupid because | couldn't talk to
Aim. l wanted to send him word that
Z knew | had bored him. | couldn't
endure that he shouldn't know that l.
knew had. But he was not thinking
Of me in any way. He had gone to
sea again in his white boat. the I'M
grateful pirate. cruising with Mrs. Van
Bkuyt."
: How time does change usv' said
John. "You are wrong. though. 4 did
think Of YOU. have al'-
"Yes." she interrupted, tossing her
head in airy travesty of the stage CO.
Quette, you think sol mean. you say
so-now. Away with you and your
b1arneyingr'
And so they went through the warm
aaoontide, and little he cared for the
4f,aat that wiItnd the fat mullen leaves