The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-06-03
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OF THE WIND
BY
ISABEL BOWMAN TUILEY


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y DETERS brows were drawn in q
4 heavy frown and even through his
IAN the red OF anger showed.
There Is not one Of you" he was
saying with suppressed vehemeuce
VIII really appreciates a deep, honest,
3end ring love il Il isn't always froth-
gang over with compliments Words
nave more weight with "A woman than
reticent faithfunoss A fellow who
fools, but iiatters her. viii be able to
win with her. whom a poor dog OF a
yellow who only knows how 10 love her
Will be turned down with the cold
comfort Of tolerant friendship"
lie was glowering across the ice cold
spring, bubbling up from the messy
1oolrest OF the mountain. at n girl who
was idly swinging a tin cup by its han
ole encircling her forefnger She was
dressed all in white and her blond hair
curled out from under her white hat in
provocative little rings, whilst her soft,
appealing blue eyes were gazing at
Peter with exasperating innocence and
mock admiration.
How wise you are. Peterl" she said
in her fresh. sweet voice You really
have brought the study of woman to
fine point. Your knowledge of us is
profound"
The red deepened on Peters face 1T
should be profound" he growled
from the amount OF time have
wasted In studying you
mo time don't the copybooks tell
us?-is wasted that is well employed.
and ! am all sweetness and light
That's the trouble-you are sweet,
diabolically. irresistably sweet"-Kit-
TVS lashes dropped to hide the smile
in her eyes-"but you haven't an atom
OF heart"
But -guilelessly- had been
endowed with a heart. would II have
been preordained TO beat for you.
Peter?'
Peter muttered something between
his teeth. "Of course. I make no such
absurd claim, But if You had a shred
Of feeling you would not play with a
mans heart MS though it was a rub
Der ball. for the sake OF seeing how
high you can knock it and how often
IL will rebound"
shade Of guilty expression swept
over Kitty's face. but she fastened to
protest But Peter raised a silencing
hand
Il know my own experience 7 have
proposed to you four times"-"three"
was the humble correction across the
spring-"Buf this has been final: I
shall accept Or Browns offer 10 20
abroad With him next week 10 study
tuberculosis. and If am not man
enough 70 cast you out OF my heart
onrnt 70 be shot as a weakllng," and
he strobe down 70 the lake where a
yawl was drawn half up on the shore.
They had rowed across the lake from
the opposite shore where the cottage
was her parents had rented for the
summer. and had landed to refresh
themselves at the spring. And here
Peter had again laid his heart and
promising future as physician
al her disposal Heretofore he had
accepted refusal with a manly dignity
that had kept his pain well hidden and
only left visible his logged determi-
nation to succeed. So quiet had he
been that Kitty had no realization OF
his wound and had half doubted It's OK
istence. and so to-day. instead Of her
usual gentle and half alluring refusal.
she had pricked him on TO his entire
loss Of self-command and an unwonted
declaration OF finality Like most per-
sons who play with fire as an amuse-
ment she had let it get beyond her
ontrol. AS she gazed after him as he
went to the boat she saw by the set OF
his shoulders that his words had not
been filled with air And then. 10 her
amused dismay, she also saw that he
was so absorbed in his own thoughts
that he had pushed the yawl into the
lake and was getting in himself with
out realizing that he was leaving her
behind.
She went halfway down the path and
called to him "Peter." she said.
plantively. remember it is five miles
walk around the lake and don't think
am quite equal 10 It to-day
Peter awoke with mortified conster-
nation at his unintentional rudeness.
Il beg your pardon" he stammered.
Il wasn't thinking what | was do
ing"
lie held the bow while she stepped In
but he did not raise his hand to help
her, but when she was safely settled
among the cushions in the stern he got
in and took up the oars without any fur
Their words lie pulled out into the
lake. his white duck hat pushed down
over his brows. his lips set in
straight line that betokened unaltera-
bic resolution. his eyes gazing over
her head at the shore they were leav-
ing behind; neither was there any fur
the- lettering or dallylng with the oars.
they were piled with a steady monoto-
ny that meant a straight and swift
home getting.
Kitty. too. was silent. but her brain
was not idle: she was revolving some
means by which he would be compelled
10 be the first TO break the silence.
Once broken. Kitty hoped that her pow
er might be regained Yet she knew
potcr'g resolutions were copereto