Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-06-13

she must nave Deeu sHeiteitu dbu ptt |
TOD and waited on all her life. One
could not help yearning to wait on her.
He answered inarticulately, ooh.
some day." in reply to her question and
then fell into outright laughter.
81 might have known you wouldn't
take me seriously" she said, with no
indipnation. only sort of wistfulness.
az am well used to it. think it is be-
csuse I am not tall. People take big |
Girls with more gravity. Big people
are nearly always listened to-"
LISTENED tor he said, and felt that |
he must throw himself at her feet. |
..You oughtn't to mind being Titania. |
She was listened to. You
She sprang to her feet, and her eyes
flashed. do you think personal COM
mont is ever in good taste?" she cried
fercelv. and in his surprise he almost
foil off the bench. eff there is one
thing | cannot bear, it is to be told that
I am 'smallr | am not. Every one who
isn't giantess isn't small | detest
personalities | am great deal over
five feet, a great deal more than that
=
"PIease. please" he said, 81 didn't
Don't say you are sorry" she inter
rupted and in spite of his contrition
he found her angry voice delicious, it
was still so sweet, hot with indlgna-
ton. but ringing, not harsh. Don't
| say YOU didn't mean it, because you
did, You can't unsay it, you cannot
alter it, and this is the way | must re-
member you! Ahr' She drew in her
! breath with a sharp sigh and, cover
| ing her face with her hands, sank back
upon the bench. Il will not cry" she
said. not so firmly as she thought she
did.
"My blessed childr' he cried in great
distress and perturbation. what have
| done? II
Call me small all you like" she
! answered. 81 don't care. 1t isn't that
| You mustn't think me such an inn
beetle" She dropped her hands from
her face and shook the tears from her
ewes with a mournful little laugh. He
saw that her fingers were clinched
tightly and her lip trembled. 81 will
not cry" she said again.
somebody ought to murder me.
ought to have thought-personalities
are hideous''-
Don't! It wasn't that"
81 ought to be shot
"Ah. please don't say that" she said,
shuddering. "Please don't. not even as
a joke, after last night"
"But 1 ought to be for hurting you.
Indeed
She laughed sadly again. ut wasn't
that. l don't care what you call me. l
am small. You'll try to forgive me for
/, being such a baby? l didn't mean any
thing | said. | haven't acted SO badly
since l was a child"
Its my fault, all of it. I've tired
you out, and l let you get crushed at
the circus, and
"That!' she said 81 don't think
would have missed the circus"
He had a thrilling hope that she
meant the tent pole. She looked as if
she meant that, but he dared not let
, himself believe it.
NO" he continued, 81 have been sc
madly happy in being with you that
+ I've fairly worn out your patience. I've
, haunted you all day, and l have
"AlI that has nothing to do with it,
E she said, with a gentle motion of hel
hand to bid him listen. Just after yor
left this afternoon l found that could
= not stay here. My people are goint
: abroad at once, and l must go will
>. them That's what is almost maxim;
! me cry. / leave here tomorrow morn
ing"
He felt something strike at his heart
= In the sudden sense of dearth he hat
- no establishment that she should be
tray such agitation over her departur
r., from place she had known so Gttl
. and friends who certainly were no
g part of her life He rose to his fee
=, and, resting his arm against a sycG
% more stood staring away from her a
:, nothing She did not move. Their
~ was a long silence. He had wakene
49, suddenly. The skies had been sal
NJ phire, the sward emerald, Plattville
=, Camelot of romance, city of enchan
g, ment, and now. like a meteor burne
rs
va away and he gazed into desolate year
on The thought of the square, his dust
~. office, the bleak length of Main stree
~ as they would appear tomorrow gay
rot him faint physical sickness. Toda
ON it had all been touched to beauty. 3
.as had felt fit to live and work here
NO thousand years-a fools dream, al
roT, the waking was to arid emptiness L
should die now of hunger and thirst
this Sahara. He hoped the fates wou
- let it be soon, but he knew they wou
- not; knew that this was hysteria, tn
in his endurance he should plOd o
.+r plod, plod dustily on, through ding
ON. lonely years.
- There was rumble of thunder f
~ out on the western prairie. A co
80 breath stole through the hot stillne:
~, 80 and an arm of vapor reached out