Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1904-05-05
Their interrupted
Love Story
By KEITH GORDON
Copyright. 1905. by T. c. Mcclure
By KEITH GORDON
Copyright. 1905, by T. c. Mcclure

the road to see the boy pass by. Reg-
ularly at 8 O'Clock five days In the week
she was at her post, peeping over the
fence very cautiously lest the boy him
self should discover her.
There was something about this par
ticular boy that she liked. His eyes
were as blue as those of Gladys Ara
bella. her favorite blond doll. That in
Itself was enough to draw her stormy
gaze like a magnet But there were
other things beside. There was the
easy way that he sat on his pony, there
was the way he pulled his cloth cap
| rakishly to one side, there was-well.
| there was daring, dashing, fascinat-
| ing something about him even at four
teen that proclaimed him one of the
conquerors.
| For weeks she had paid him the ST.
| lent homage Of that trip to the fence
each morning. Then one day, waxing
| careless from long security, her black
| head and big dark eyes appeared just
above 1t. He slackened his pony and
stared at her with open curiosity.
Hello, there. What you staring at,
| sissy he called out with boyish rough
| ness. The head disappeared.
| He waited moment, but as she fail
ed to reappear he dashed OFF down the
| road laughing.
After that it was his delight to catch
| her watching him. He would turn at
| the most unexpected moments TO see
| If he could surprise her. But when,
once in awhile he succeeded in getting
glimpse of the gypsylike head and
| the fiery dark eyes his brusque "Hi
| there sissy! See anything green| al
ways had the same effect. She dropped
| out of sight
| 1t was private school for boys kept
| by an old friend of the family. so her
| parents sought place for her there
| when 1t was necessary for them to sail
without their small daughter
| For her the excitement of being
placed in the school where the boy
went each day was delicious. They
| had known each other for a year-that
| is, she had watched him and he had
known that she was there.
MY eye. It's the girl who's always
| peeking over the fence he remark ed
| to his chum at his first glimpse of the
| new pupil. Isn't she Il regular In
dian, thought and he gaZed curiously
ut the straight, shining black hair and
the black eyes He did not mention to
his chum that he liked shiny black
hair and eyes like big, dark stars.
After awhile he looked toward her
and smiled, Il foolish friendly smile.
Instead OF meeting this overture with
the ladylike graciousncss that her
training had taught, she made up n
face at HIM. Guess he wouldn't think
now that she liked him-that horrid
| boy.
For some time after this he ignored
| her, but at last he impulsively prof
| fered her Il stick of hoarhQund when
| they met in the corridor one day.
With a stamp of her foot she threw
| ii to the ground. If your mother
makes you eat hoarhound eat it your
self. I'm not going TO eat it.'' she
flashed out with spirit. Then, in a
tumult of happiness, she fled, leaving
| the astonishcd boy gazing after her
with an open mouth.
"Spitfire.' was his greeting when
next they pet.
Thus the ice was broken. Morning
after morning now he came to school
with some Offering for the girl Often
it was bunc' # roses begged from
| the gardener. ihe prettiest ones you
! have" he would command important
| ~, never guessing that their fresh
beauty was instantly quenched in the
darkness of the girls small trunk.
| Each time that she lifted the lid to put
In a fresh bunch the exquisite scent
| OF the withered ones floated out into
the room. Years afterward the drift
ing scent of roses would bring before
| her the laughing face of the boy.
once, indeed, it did more. 1t was
n moolli night i'll California Propped
/ up by pillows Of mystical, japanese
| design, she lounged in the oriental
| chair that was her special delight
| Her companion leaned toward her
| and began to speak In low, eager
voice. His words of love seemed nat
| ural-a part of the breathless enchant-
| ment of the time and place, Why not
| decide her fate now and have it done?
Borne on the light breeze that rufiled
the leaves of the toyon tree at her
| side. breath from the rose garden
brushed across her face, A subtle
change came over her.
NO no. Hugh. Please stop, dear,
| please" she pleaded I'm so sorry,
but can't say Ecg to you. / can't
She could not tell why, but it was
the scent OF the roses that had decided
her.
The old boy and girl affair had died
the usual death Of such attachments.
lie had gone 70 college, and she 50
| finishing school. They had sworn new
or to forget and to write twice week.
And for six months hey kept their
vow
Later a certain society belle whose
dark beauty" was much exploited by
the newspapers occasionally found
| herself wondering, in off moments.
what had become of the boy. And he,
One must not be hard on him. The