Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-10

"I'll let you in on some shares Watts
called after him as he turned away.
The other nodded in reply and was
leaving the room when Cynthia detain-
ed him by d flourish of her fly brush.
Say" she said-she always called him
"Say"-''you've forgot yer flower"
He came back and thanked her. "Will
you pin it on for me, Charmion?'
II don't know what call you got to
speak to me out of my name she re-
sponded, looking at the floor modify.
why" he asked, surprised.
II don't see why you want to make
fun of me-"
Il beg your pardon, Cynthia" he said
gravely. II 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 it on my coat?"
Her face was lifted in 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 it right" seized violently upon
a pile of dishes and hurried from the
room.
HAIRLESS rescued the rose, pinned 1T
OH 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
a habitual devotee Of Minnie Briscoe.
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
less turned IL at the gate Of the brick
house. 1.-The ladies will be down right
off, he said, greeting the editors cool
finery with perceptible agitation and
the editor himself with friendly shake
of the hand. "Nfildy says to wait out
here"
There was faint rustling within the
stairs, delicious whispering, when
light feet descend, tapping, to hearts
that beat an answer, the Geographic
message: I'VE come! We come! We
are near! We are nearw Lige Will
let's stared at Harkless. He had never
thought the latter was good looking I'M
til he saw him step to the door to take
Helen Sherwood's hand and say, in a
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. It is solemn
thing. but am very happy"
They walked, Minnie and Mr.. Will
let's, little distance in front Of the
others Harkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or foated on an airship to the court
house All he knew distinctly was
that a divinity in pink shirt waist
and a hat that was woven Of gauzy,
cloud by hooking fairies to make him
stoop hideously to see under it dwell
for the time on earth and was at his
side, dazzling him in the morning sun
shine. Last night the moon had lent
her silvery glamour. She had some
thing Of the ethereal wilderness Of
night dews in that watery light, a
nymph to laugh from sparkling foun-
tain at the moon, or, as he thought re-
membering her courtesy for his pretty
speech, perhaps little lady OF King
Louis court wandering down the years
from sFontainebleau and appearing to
clumsy mortals sometimes of summer
night when the moon was In their
heads.
But today she was Of the daintiest
color, a pretty girl whose gray eyes
iwinkled to his in gay companionship.
He marked how the sunshine danced
across the shadows of her fair hair
and seemed itself to catch luster
rather than impart it. and the light of
the June day drifted through the gauzy
hat to her face, touching it with 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 trifle,
and dimple cleft her chin. 'the dead
Hest maelstrom in the worldr' 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 it 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 1t go held it out to him in her
hand 1t was white butterfly. He
asked which was the butterfly.
..Bravor' sic said, tossing the captive
craft above their heads and watching