Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1904-03-09

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Her laughter ceased suddenly. "Ah,
no! understand Theirs said the
French laugh always in order not to
weep. l haven't lived here five years.
should laugh, too, if were YOU
Look at the moon," he responded.
1--WE Plattviliians own that with the
best of metropolitans, and, for my part
l see more Of it here. You do not ap-
preciate US. We have large landscapes
| in the heart Of the city, and what other
capital has advantages like that? Next
winter the railway station is to have q
new stove for the waiting room. Heav-
en- itself is one Of our suburbs-it is SO
close that all one has to do is to die.
You insist upon my being French, you
see, and know you are fond Of non
sense. How did you happen to put
The Walrus and the Carpenter at the
bottom of a page of Fisbee's notes?"
"Was it? How were you sure 1t was
I?'
I'm Carlow countyv'
HE might have written It himself"
"Fisbee has never in his life read
anything lighter than cuneif0rm in
scriptions."
"Miss Briscoe"-
"She doesn't read Lewis Carroll, and
| It was not her hand. What made you
write it on Fisbee's manuscript
HE was here this afternoon.
teased him little about your heading
in the Business and the Cra-
die, the Altar and the Crave isn't it?
and he said 1t had always troubled
him, but your predecessor had used 1t,
and you thought it good. So do I. He
asked me ii could think Of anything
that you might like better and put in
place Of 1t and wrote The Time Has
Come because 1t was the only thing
could think Of that was as appropri-
ate and as fetching as your headlines.
He was perfectly dear about It He
was so serious. He said he feared it
wouldn't be acceptable. I didn't notice
that the paper he handed me to write
on was part of his notes; nor did he,
think. Afterward he put 1t back in his
pocket 1t wasn't q message"
Pm not so sure he did not notice.
He IL very wise. Do you know, have
the impression that the old fellow
wanted me to meet you"
How dear and good of him. She
spoke earnestly, and her face was suf-
fused with warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
said.
ut was" John answered unsteadily
'He knew how great was my need Of
few minutes companionableness
with-with''
no" she interrupted. II meant dear
and good to me. think he was think
ing Of me. It was for my sake he
wanted us to meet"
It might have been hard to convince
woman II she had overheard this
speech that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation Of
coquette. Sometimes mans unsus-
pic IA Is wiser, and HAIRLESS knew
that she was not flirting with him. In
addition, he was not fatuous man:
he did not extend the implication Of
her words nearly SO far as she would
have had him.
"But had met you," said he, "long
ago"
"Whaty' she cried, and her eyes
danced. "You actually remembers"
Eyes. Do your he answered. II
stood In Jones' field and heard you
singing. and remembered. 1t was a
long time since I had heard you sing:
~ was ruf11er Of Flanders
And fought for a FORMS hire.
You were tho dame OF my captain
And sang to my hearts desire.
"But that Is the balladist's notion.
The truth is that you were a lady at
the court of Clovis, and was heath
en- captive. heard you sing Chris
tan hymn and asked for baptism"
She did not seem overpleased with
his fancy, for, the surprise fading from
her face, "Oh, that was the way you
remembered" she said
Perhaps it was not that way alone.
You won't despise me for being mawk-
ish tonighty' he asked. Il haven't had
the chance for so long
The night air wrapped them warmly,
and the balm Of the little breezes that
stirred the foliage around them was
the smell Of damask roses from the
garden. The creek gplashed over the
pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy
bird, half Weakened by the moon, Groom
ed dangerously in the sycamores. The
girl looked out at the sparkling water
through downcast lashes. "Is it be-
cause 1t ia 20 transient that beauty is
pathetic" she said, because we can
never come back to It in quite the
same way? am sentimental girl.
If you are born 80 1t Is never entirely
teased out Of you, is it? Besides, to-
night is all dream. 1t isn't real, you
know. You couldn't be mawkish."
Her tone was gentle as caress. and
1t made him Jingle to his finger tips.
'sHow do you knows" he asked,
II just know. Do you think I'm
very bold and forward?" she said
dreamily.
ut was your song 1 wanted to be