The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1904-03-04

and he said it had always troubled
him, but your predecessor had used IL,
and you thought ii good. So do l. He
asked me II l could think of anything
that you might like better and put In
place of il and | wrote The Time Has
Come because II 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 IL
wouldn't be acceptable. | didn't notice
that the paper he handed me to write
on was part of his notes; nor did he.
think. Afterward he put it back in his
pocket. 1t wasn't message"
I'm not so sure he did not notice.
He is very wise. Do you know. have
the impression that the old fellow
wanted me TO meet YOU
How dear and good of himr' She
spoke earnestly. and her face was suf-
fused with warm light. There was
no doubt abort her meaning what she
said.
1T was" John answered unsteadily.
HE knew how great was my need of
a few minutes ompaniOnableness
with-with'-
NO" she interrupted. 81 meant dear
and good to me. | think he was think
| ing of me. Ii was for my sake he
wanted Us TO meet"
Ii might have been hard TO convince
woman If she had overheard this
speech that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation of n
coquette. Sometimes n mans unsus-
picion is wiser. and Harkless 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"
"Whatw she cried. and her eyes
| danced. "You actually rememberY
"Yes. Do you;" he answered. 81
stood in Jones field and heard you
singing. and remembered. 1t was a
long time since ! had heard you sing:
ct was n rufiier OF Flanders
And fought for forin's hire.
You were the dame OF my captain
And sang to my hearts desire.
But that is the balladists notion.
The truth is that you were a lady al
| the court OF Clovis. and | was heath.
en- captive. l heard you sing a Chris.
tian 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 tonight?' 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 splashed over the
pebbles at their feet. and drowsy
bird. half wakened by the moon. Groom
ed dangerously in the sycamores. TIL,
girl looked out at the sparkling water
through downcast lashes. "Is ii be
cause it Is so transient that beauty i.
pathetic" she said, because we cal
never come back to II in quite tn,
same way? I am sentimental girl
II you are born so ii Is never entirely
teased out of you. is it? Besides. to
night is all dream. 1t isn't real, yol
know. You couldn't be mawkish."
Her tone was gentle as a caress. ant
it made him tingle to his finger tips
"How do you know?" he asked.
Il just know. Do you think In
very bold and forwardf' she sal,
dreamily.
at was your song | wanted to b.
sentimental about. am like one 'wh,
through long days OF toir-only tha
doesn't quite apply-'and nights devoi'
Of ease but can't claim that on
doesn't sleep well here; 1t is Plattville'
specialty-like one who
"Stn heard in his soul the music
OF wonderful melodies
"Yes." she answered. ''to come her
and to do what you have done and I
live this Isolated village life that mus
be so desperately dry and dull for
, man of your sort. and yet to have tn
kind OF heart that makes wonderful
, melodies sing in itself-oh." she cried
, II say that is fine
'.You do not understand" he return
ed sadly. wishing before her TO be vi
, mercifully just to himself. II cam
here because ! couldn't make "a livin
| anywhere else. And the 'wonderfJ
melodies'-l have only known you on
, | evening-and the Melodies He ros
TO his feet and took a few steps towar
the garden. Come" he said. ''let IN
a take You back. Let us go before T.
). He finished with helpless laugh.
She stood 10y the bench. one han
a resting on It. She stood all in I'll
. tremulant shadow. She moved or
step toward him. and a single Ion
silver of light pierced the sycamort
and Tell upon her head. He gasped.
What was il about the melodies
she said.
Nothing. | don't know how TO than
. you for this evening that you have gi'
p en- me. IL suppose you are leaving I
Z morrow. No one ever stays here. r.
What about the melOdiesT
Il He gave IL up. The moon makes pc
N pie insaner' he cried.
. "If that Is true. then you need not
N more afraid than |. because people
i plural What were you saying about
II Il had heard them-in my hear
Ie When I heard your voice tonight
knew that il was you who sang the
,s there. had been singing them for me &
ways"
"Sor' she cried gayly. "All that d
bate about pretty speech" The
d sinking before him In courtesy. Il a
n. beholdcn to you" she said. do "
think no man ever made little tis
terry for me before tonightE"
N At the edge of the orchard, whe