Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1904-03-12

He came back and thanked her "Wti
you pin II on for me. Cbarmion?''
81 don't know what call you got TO
speak to me out OF my name" she re-
sponded. looking ut the floor moodily.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
FL don't see why you want to make
fun OF me-"
Il beg your pardon. Cynthia" he said
gravely. 81 didn't mean TO do that
haven't been considerable. didn't think
you'd be displeased. I'm very sorry
Won't you pin 1t on my caat?"
Her face was lifted i'm grateful pleas
ure. and she began to pin the rose to his
lapel. Her hands were large and red
and trembled. She dropped the flower
and, saying huskily. II don't know as
could do 1t right" seized violently upon
pile Of dishes and hurried from the
room.
Harkless rescued the rose. pinned II
on his coat himself. with the internal
observation that the red haired wait
ress was the queerest creature In the
village. and set forth upon his holiday.
Mr.. Lige Willetts. stalwart bach
elor. the most eligible In Carlow, and
habitual devotee Of Minnie Briscoe,
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
len turned in ut the gate OF the brick
house. "The ladies will be down right
or" he said. greeting the editors cool
finery with a perceptible agitation and
the editor himself with friendly shake
OF the hand. mildly says to wait out
here"
There was faint rustling within the
house, the swish OF draperies on the
stairs. delicious whispering. when
light feet descend. tapping, to hearts
that beat an answer, the telegraphic
message: "We come! We comet We
are near! We are nearv' Lige Will
let's stared at Harkless. He had never
thought the latter was good looking un-
I'll he saw him step TO the door to take
Helen Sherwood's hand and say, in
strange. low. tense voice. Good morn
Ing" as If he were announcing. at the
least: Every one In the world, except
US two. died last night. 1t is solemn
thing. but | am very happy
They walked. Minnie and Mr.. VIII
let's. a little distance in front of the
others. Harkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or tioated OH an airship to the court
house. All he knew distinctly was
that divinity in pink shirt waist
and hat that was woven of gauzy
cloud 10y mocking fairies to make him
stoop hideously to see under ii dwelt
for the time on earth and was at his
Al III a..
shire. Last night the moon had lent
her silvery glamour. She had some
thing Of the ethereal whitencss of
night dcws I'm that watery light, n
nymph to laugh from a sparkling foun-
tain at the moon. or. as he thought. re-
membering her courtesy for his pretty
speech, perhaps a little lady of King
Louis court wandering down the years
from Fontainebleau and appearing to
clumsy mortals sometimes of a summer
night when the moon was in their
heads.
But today she was OF the daintiest
color. pretty girl whose gray eyes
twinkled TO his in gay companionship.
He marked how the sunshine danced
across the shadows of her fair hair
and seemed itself to catch a luster
rather than impart it, and the light of
the June day drifted through the gauzy
hat To her face, touching it with a deli
cate and tender flush that came and
went like the vibrating pink of early
dawn She had the divinest straight
nose, tip tilted faint, alluring tribe,
and dimple cleft her chin, 1.-THE dead
lest maelstrom in the worldw He
thrilled through and through. He had
been only vaguely conscious Of the
dimple in the night. 1t was not until
he saw her by daylight that he really
knew 1t was there.
The village hummed with life before
them. They walked through simmer
Ing airs. sweeter to breathe than nectar
Is to drink. She caught butterfly
basking on Unison weed, and before
she let Ii go held IL out to him in her
hand. 1t was white butterfly. He
asked which was the butterfly.
Bravo she said. tossing the captive
craft above their heads and watching