Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-14
VI.


TN iHlsY walked slowly back along
4 the pike toward the brick
|sTssTsl louise. He was STOPPING very
- iauch as they walked. lie
wanted to be told that he could look at
| her for Il thousand years. The small
face was rarely and exquisitely mod
eled. but perhaps just now the salient
characteristic of her beauty for the
salient characteristic seemed to be u
different thing Mt different tines was
the coloring. delicate glow under the
white skin, glow that bewitched him
in its seeIlng to reflect the rich bene-
diction of the MONDAY sun that blazed
overhead
Once he had thought the way to the
Rrscoe homestead rather long walk,
but now the distance sped Indignantly.
Strolled they never so slow, 1t was less
than young birds flutter from a
wood" With her acquiescence he rolled
a cigarette and she began to hum light
| ly the air Of a song, a song Of ineffably
gentle, slow movement.
and perhaps the smell of his tobacco
mingling with the fragrance of her
roses, awoke again the old reninis-
| cence of the night before. A clearly
outlined picture rose before him-the
high green slopes and cool cliff walls
of the coist Of Maine and the sharp
little estuary waves he lazily watched
through half closed lids while the pale
smoke OF his cigarette blew out under
the rail OF a waXen deck where he lay
cushioned And again a woman pelted
his face with handfuls of rose petals
and cried. up, lad, and at EN-! Yon-
der is Winter Harbor!" Again he sat
In the oak raftered casino. breathless
with pleasure. and heard young girl
sing the Angels Serenade," a young
girl who looked so bravely unconscious
OF the big, hushed crowd that listened,
looked so pure and bright and gentle
and good, that he had spoken Of her as
"Sir Galal.ad's little sister" He had
been mucl taken with this child, but
he had net thought of her from that
time to this. he supposed. He had al
most forgotten her. No! Her face
suddenly stood out to his view as
though he saw her with his physic.l
eye, a sweet and vivacious child's face,
with light brown hair and gray eyes
and q short upper lip like curled rose
leaf And the voice
He stopped short. "You are Tom
Meredith's little cousin
THE great Harkless," she answered
and stretched out her hand to him.
Il remember YOU
isn't it time?"
"Ah, but never forgot you" he
cried II thought had. didn't know
who it was l was remembering.
thought 1t was fancy, and it was mem
DRY. ! never forgot your voice, sing
ing, and l remembered your face. too.
though thought didn't" He drew
deep breath THAT was Why
TON has not forgotten you," she
said as he paused
would YOU mind shaking hands
once morea' he asked.
She gave him her hand again. with
all my heart Why?'
"I'm milking ,ecord of 1t; that's
oil. Thank YOU"
..They called me Sir Galahad's lit
tie sister ill one summer because the
great John Harkless called me that.
You danced with Inc in the evening"
Ibid Il"
"Ah,' she said. shaking her head,
you were too busy being in love with
pretty Mrs. Van Skuyt to remember a
waltz Will only me! l was allowed to
meet you rs reward for singing my
very best, and you-you bowed with
the indulgence Of grandfather and
asked me to dance
Like grandfather! How young l
was then! How time changes u.s.
I'm afraid my conversation did not
make great impression upon YOU,
she continued.
But it did ! am remembering very
fast. Ii you will wait a moment will
tell you sorne of the things you said"
The girl laughed merrily. Whenever
she laughed he realized that it was be-
coming terribly difficult not to tell her
how adorable she was. Il wouldn't
risk it if were YOU" she warned him,
because / didn't speak to You at all.
l shut my lips tight and trembled all
over every bit Of the time l was dane
Ing with you. | did not sleep that
night, and / was unhappy, wondering
what the great HAIRLESS would think
of me- knew he thought me unutter-
ably stupid because 1 couldn't talk to
him. / wanted to send him word that
I knew | had bored him. l couldn't
endure that he shouldn't know that l
knew l had But he was not thinking
of me in any way. He had gone to
sea again in his white boat, the I'M
grateful pirate, cruising with Mrs. Van
Skuyt."
How time does change US" said
John. '.You are wrong, though. did
think of you. l have al
Yes she interrupted, tossing her
head in aiy travesty of the stage CO.
quette, "ycu think SOL mean, you say
so-now Away with you and your
And so they went through the warm
noontide, and little he cared for the /
heat that wilted the fat mullen leaves
and made the barefoot boy who passed I