Cañon City record., 1904-03-10
A Fascinating Story Of American Life
by Booth Harrington

there she said and looked up into his
eyes with divine gratitude.
please don't do that" he answered
in low voice.
DO what?''
Look like that
She not only looked like that, but
more so. Young man, young man.
she said, Il fear you're wishful of turn
ing girls head
The throng was thick around them,
garrulous and noisy, but they two were
more richly alone together. to his appre-
ciation. than if they stood on some far
satellite of Mars. He was not to for
get that moment, and he kept the pic
ture of her, as she leaned against the
big blue tent pole there. in his heart;
the clear. gray eyes lifted 10 his. the
piuuant face with the delicate flush
stealing back to her cheeks and the
brave little figure that had run so
straight to him out of the night shad-
ows. There was something about her
and in the moment that suddenly
touched him with saddening sweet
ness too keen to be borne. The forget
me-not finger of the flying hour thft
could not come again was laid on his
soul. and he felt the tears start from
his heart on their journey to his eyes.
He knew that he should always remem-
Der that moment. She knew it too.
She put her hand to her cheek and
turned away from him little tremu-
lously Both were silent
They had been together since early
morning. Plattville was proud of him.
Many friendly glance from the FOLK
who jostled about them favored his
suit and wished both of them well, and
many lips. opening to speak TO Hark-
less in passing, closed when their own
ers, more tactful than Mr.. Bardlock,
looked second time.
Old Tom Martin, still perched alone
on his high seat, saw them standing by
the tent pole and watched them from
under his dusty hat brim. Il reckon
it's ben three or four thousand years
sence l was young" he sighed to him
self. Then. pushing his hat still farther
down over his eyes, Il don't believe I'd
ort to rightly look on at that He
sighed again as he rose and gently
spoke the name of his dead wife: Mar
lie, reckon you're mighty tired wait
in for me. It's ben lonesome some
times
"Do you see that tall old man up
there?' said Helen. nodding her head
toward Martin. II think | should like
to know him. I'm sure l like him"
"That is old Tom Martin"
81 know"
81 was sorry and ashamed about all
that conspicuousness and shouting. 1t
must have been very unpleasant for
you. 1t must have been so for stran-
ger Please try to forgive me for let
ting you in for it,
But l liked 1t. 1t was all In the
family and it was SO jolly and good
natured, and that dear old man was so
bright. Do you know" she went on in
low voice, "I don't believe I'm SO
much a stranger-I think I love all
these people great deal-in spite OF
having known them only two days.
At that a wild exhilaration possessed
| him. He wanted to shake hands with
every soul in the tent. to tell them all
that he loved them with his whole
heart: but. what was vastly more i'm
portant. she loved them a great deal
| in spite of having known them only
| two days.
He made the horses prance on the
| homeward drive, and once. when she
| told him that she had read good many
| of his political columns in the Herald
| he ran them into a fence. After this
it occurred TO him that they were near
ing their destination and had come a.
| perversely sharp gait. so he held the
roans down to a snairs pace df 1t be
true that snail's natural gait Is not q
| troU for the rest of the way. and they
ts Ikei of Tom Meredith and books and
| music, and discovered that they diff
| fered widely about Ibsen.
They found Mr.. Fisbee in the yard,
| talking to Judge Briscoe. AS they
drove up and before the horses had
quite stopped Helen leaped to the