Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-05

en- itself is one Of our suburbs-it is SO
close that all one has to do is to die.
You insist upon my being French, you
see and know you are fond of nom
sense. How did you happen to put
/ The Walrus and the Carpenter at the
bottom of page of Fisbee's notes?"
"Was it? How were you sure it was
! II"
"In Carlow county,
'He might have written it himself"
'.Fisbee has never in his life read
anything lighter than cuneiform in
scriptions."
"Miss Briscoe"-
''She doesn't read Lewis Carroll, and
! It was not her hand What made you
| write it on Fisbee's manuscript
! "He was here this afternoon. |
leased him little about your heading
in the Herald-'Business and the Cra-
| die, the Altar and the Grave isn't it?
| and he said it had always troubled
him. but your predecessor had used it,
| and you thought it good. So do I. He
| asked me il l could think of anything
that you might like better and put in
place of it and I wrote The Time Has
Come because it was the only thing
I could think of that was as appropri-
ate and as fetching as your headlines.
He was perfectly dear about 1t. He
was so serious. He said he feared 1t
wouldn't be acceptable. l didn't notice
that the paper he handed me to write
on was part of his notes; nor did he, I
think. Afterward he put it back in his
pocket. 1t wasn't message"
I'm not so sure he did not notice.
He is very wise. Do you know. have
the impression that the old fellow
wanted me to meet you"
How dear and good of himv' She
spoke earnestly, and her face was suf-
fused with warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
said
at was" John answered unsteadily.
"He knew how great was my need Of
few minutes compa aionableness
with-with''-
"Nc." she interrupted. 81 meant dear
and good to me. l think he was think
ing of me. 1t was for my sake he
wanted us to meet"
1t might have been hard to convince
a woman if she had overheard this
speech that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation of a
coquette. Sometimes mans unsus-
picion is wiser, and Harkless knew
that she was not flirting with him. In
addition, he was not fatuous man;
he did not extend the implication Of
her words nearly so far as she would
have had him.
"But I had met you.' said he, ''long
ago"
"What!' she cried. and her eyes
danced. You actually remember"
yes. Do your he answered. 81
stood in Jones field and heard you
singing. and remembered. 1t was
long time since had heard you sing:
''I was ruffler of Flanders
And fought for a FORMS hire.
You were the dame of my captain
And sang to my hearts desire
"But that is. the balladist's notion.
The truth is that you were lady at
the court of Clovis, and was heath
en- captive. l heard you sing a Chris
tan hymn and asked for baptism"
She did not seem overpleased with
his fancy. for, the surprise fading from
her face, ooh, that was the way you
she said
Perhaps it was not that way alone.
You won't despise me for being mawk-
sh tonight?" he asked. 81 haven't had
The chance for so long"
The night air wrapped them warmly,
and the balm of the little breezes that j.
stirred, the foliage around them was
the smell OF damask roses from the
garden. The creek splashed over the
pebbles at their feet. and a drowsy
bird half Weakened by the moon. Groom
ID dangerously in the sycamores. The
strl looked out at the sparkling water
Trough doWncast laSheS. "Is it be-
'ause 1t Is so transient that beauty is
she said. because we can
never come back to it in quite the
anne way? l am a sentimental girl.
+ you are born so it Is never entirely
eased out of you, is it? Besides. to-
light is all dream. 1T isn't real, you
now. You couldn't be mawkish."
Her tone was gentle as caress, and
made him Jingle to his finger tips
How do you know?" he asked.
Il just know. Do you think I'm
cry bold and forward?" she said
reamily
ut was your song wanted to be
entimental about. am like one who &
trough long days of toir-only that
oesn't quite apply-'and nights devoid
ease but can't claim that one
oesn't sleep well here: it is Plattville's 6
one who
Still heard in his soul the music
OF wonderful melodies
'Yes" she answered. Ito come here
nd to do what you have done and to
We this isolated village life that must
. so desperately dry and dull for al, 81
IAN of your sort and yet to have the
ind of heart that makes wonderful
el0dieS sing in itSeif-oh" she cried =