Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-10-01

man q woman and morning met up'i-
a hilton: the man, old enough 10 pe""
Young enough to be ardent; lhe "o
contradiction; the morning, OF May paiiii'
dew-scented illumined with new suhi"'
living long and level across the grass
try The hilltop commanded hiles VI
its green dulled by the delicate gray sAii
mer of the dew. Dun breaths vi pio'e
land and cut green here and there a loau'
rod bard-beaten and smooth, ran straight
way through the green and the dun' 10 lose
itself in the dipping distance oil the il'ei
valley Either side of it there were heose-
rows now foam-white with piossoiiiihs
elder. now starred all over with PINK VIII
roses Birds sang aloud in the hedgero"s'
chorusing the Joy of love and lie
The red road rang like iron under the
beat of rapid hoofs, therefore the man anu
woman did not take each other unawares.
AS they came face to face, there was eager
pantomime of greeting, of passing on u
faint-hearted protest-this from the woman
then a ranging elbow to elbow, ana race
to a roadside tulip-poplar half mile away.
Roth riders were we'll mounted and their
mounts fairly matched. The big Drown
hunters manifest advantage in reach ana
power was offset by the black mares MIN
bleness and lighter weight. Throughout a
good three parts of the distance they mace
stride for stride. Then the woman leaned
forward with n little soft chirrup. BLACK
Trfxy answered It by getting her nose nail
q head in front On the winning post tne
nose had become a neck. and not by suf-
ferance-the brown hunter had clearly been
doing his best. His ears were still batted,
his eyes still emulous, when the victor bent
from her saddle to pat him, saying, sootn-
ingly: You're a darling-nothing less, Sir
Archy, And you will beat us, Trixy and l
If ever we are foolish enough to try con-
illusions with you over longer route
"Sir Archy will never be so unSallant
as to beat you-you have bewitched him
the same as his master the man, Elllot
Fenton, said, smiling. The woman, Anna
Lee answered with a dainty grimace'
Keen that for-some other girl, please.
Three other men have said 1t to me In the
last fortnight
Fenton looked at her reproachfully. "Yol
can't be cruelty unreasonable as TO ex
pect originality of us when we go ooWr
before you?' he murmured interrogauVely
Anna pursed her lips: Il believe mer
profess to fall in love by way OF excuslnt
their banalities, she said can you s"ea
1t is not so?
Fenton laughed, but his voice was mock
reproachful as he said Really nice lttl'
girls do not ask such questions instea'
they take things at face value, ana new
look deep enough to find out that IN th'
game of life, where men play with women
love is Kings Excuse
How glad I am not to be really nc
little girl Anna SAID with d LOSS VI eii
head that brought her lossened ha1r apoli
her shoulders in tumbling waves 1t wa
neither fair nor dark-of a clear pal
brown. with high lights of gold, and mn
as floss silk Fenton threaded a long loci
through his fingers, saying softly: ana
might have claimed this-if only l ha
won -
How ridiculous-when locks of hair wen
out of fashion with chivalry and the Irol
badours" Anna said, Jumping the sathere
waves rennorselessly on top of her bar
head. as she ran on. But let me sep
the terms of wager as l recall them, tn
winner can ask pretty we'll anything OF IN
loser. Aren't you trembhng-ln rear sha
ask YOU to confess the whole catalogue o
your sins?"
Not a bit" Fenton said stoutly. Nero
may be lacking in you-but good taste
never. You might not shrink from impo: