Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1904-03-19


Were made of the same macon shine
CINGING the words with .reless
ID energy, the girl flung open the
blinds Of her study and found herself
facing the man who had moved into the
next house overnight.
"Shut up" he snarled, not expect
ing her to hear.
Il WON'T" she replied, hearing, and
finished her song. The words were
Henry Rightor's, but the tune, if such
1t might be called, was all her own.
For she sang because her heart was
light, and not because her voice was
good. Had it been the other way about
she would not have sung. AS it was.
she worked her will with Rightor's
rhythm and did some damage toit.
The man in the next house frowned
| fiercely. Broken vows had been a sore
subject with him for a week--ever
since he had walked to the fact that his
name was on the wrong mans paper.
An error that had cost him a cool
So, 600
''And both OF the VOWS, my darling.
were MADE OF the same moonShine
.Not at ALL" he commented grimly,
zone of the vows was made of paper"
The girl, busting her study anc MAX
| ing ready for the days work, sang on
| wilfully to the last verse:
But twas sweet In the old soft W ather,
When Creole skies were blue,
| To live and to laugh together
| And love as we used to do.
And that knave of an agent had
vowed that the occupants of the next
house were quiet. studious. Another
moonshine VOW" But his frown had
lost its fierceness, and he looked after
the girl little wistfully as she went
away for breakfast.
"Well, / do know" the girl an
nounced as she peeled pomegranate,
81 do know our new neighbor is a
| beast"
"Why So" they chorused, the man
| and woman already at table.
LEANED from his window and told
| me to shut up"
The man, tall, young and blond. took
| the pomegranate from her hand and
| peeled industriously.
"Were you singing?" he asked.
"You think that he was just fed,
she demanded, laughing.
"Why, of course, he was not speak
ing to you, Miriam" her mothe pro-
| tested.
81 do not know who he was speak
ing to, then. At any rate, / had the
| satisfaction of telling him ] wouldn't
do it."
$50 you are on speaking terms al
ready, and your study blinds hit his
when they are open. predict trouble"
The young man divided the pomegran-
ate and gravely appropriated one half.
"Trouble for the beast? Right, I'M
less he learns better manners. Trouble
for you, unless you turn over the other
half.
He hesitated moment before trust
ing blindly to Mrs. Mixon's ignorance
| of classical allnsions.
"You remember what the king of
| pomegra nate?"
81 remember what he said about the
pomegranate seed. Struck me as quite
| king-of-hades-like to require one to
| down such dose. Imagine trying to
split one of these hard little things"
she added, refectively.
"Oh. could do it," he assured her,
and by way of illustration, produced
his penknife and split several seed
with neat dizziness
every good" she commented care
Iessly, and fell to discussing the latest
nine-day wonder with her mother.
"What can have become of Charley.
He has been due ten days"
'sMr. Alton is going west to look for
him." explained her mother.
"Are you"
eyes" said Mr.. Alton. He split an
other seed and pushed half of it across
to her. "Try biting that; II is not so
hard"
Miriam obeyed absently and MUNICH
ed the cloven seed apparently forget
full of its significance. "Have you
heard anything about Charley?" she
asked.
"As to where he is?" Alton parted.
slave you heard anything at all?"
! she insisted.
Nothing of any consequence"
But Mrs. Nixon took up the theme.
eff you have heard anything at all, il
Is our right to know"
Certainly" he assented.
'Don't be beast" Miriam broke
out impatiently. Tell us just exactly
what you have heard. We are not given
to Mysteries"
"But / don't know that what have
heard is true" Alton fenced desper-
| afe1y