The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-05-07

3 WINTER tHe railway Rtnu0n IN 10 have q
new stove for the waiting room. Heag.
en- itself is one Of our suburbs--.it is 30
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 page Of Fisbees notesT
WAS III How were you sure It was
I'm Carlow countyF'
| ''Ife might have written It himself.s
"Fisbee has never in his life read
anything lighter than cuneiform In
scriptions." '
sMiss 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. 1
teased him little about your heading
In the Herald Business and the era.
die. the Altar and the Grave. isn't its
and be said II had always troubled
him. but your predecessor had used II,
and you thought 1t. good. So do I. he
asked me II T.couId think Of anythine
that you might like better and put in
place Of II and l 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 20 serious. He said he feared IT |
wouldn't be acceptable. I didn't notice
that the paper be handed me to write
on was part Of his potes; nor did be. I |
think. Afterward be put IT back in his
pocket. 1t wasn't a message"
I'm not 20 sure he did not notice.
He is very wise. Do you know. I have
the impression that the old fellow
wanted me to meet you"
How dear and good OF himr' sha
spoke earnestly. and her face was SUE.
fused with warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
said.
1T was" John answered unsteadIiy.
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. II was for my sake be
wanted us TO meet"
1t might have been hard to convince
woman II she had overheard this
speech that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation Of a
coquette. Sometimes a mans unsus
picion Is wiser, aud Harkless knew
that she was not flirting with him. In
addition. be was not fatuous man,
he did not extend the implication or
her words nearly so far as she would
have had him.
"But had met you." said be, '.Iong
ago."
What" she cried. and her eyes
danced, You actually remember +
Yes. Do your he answered. "Il
stood In Jones' field and heard youi
singing and remembered. II was a
long time since had heard you sing:
~ was rufier Of Flanders
And fought for FORMS hire.
rou were the 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
he court OF Clovis, and | was heath
m captive. | heard you sing Chris.
ian hymn and asked for baptism"
She did not seem overpleased with
lis fancy, for, the surprise fading from
Ter face, "Oh. that was the way you
emembered." she said.
Perhaps 1t was not that way alone.
fou won't despise me for being mawk- ,
sh tonightl" he asked. Il haven't had
be chance for so leng." ,
The night air wrapped them warmly,
md the balm of the little breezes that
TIRED the foliage around them was :
he smell Of damask roses from the !,
arden. The creek splashed over the .
'ebbles at their feet, and a drowsy
ird, half wakened by the moon, Groom
d dangerously in the sycamores. The a
irl looked out at the sparkling water !
trough downcast lashes. ais It be- 4
ause 1t is so transient that beauty is i
athletic" she said, because we can
ever come back to it In quite the a
ame way! / am sentimental girl
you are born so 1t Is never entirely
'ased out Of you. is itl Besides, to- a
Ight is all dream. II isn't real, you q
now. You couldn't be mawkish." n
Her tone was gentle as caress, and b
made him tingle to his finger tips. s.
How do you know?"s he asked. t,
Il just know. Do you think I'm Il
Try bold and forwardY she said L
'eamily. ta 49,. ,ra1fl Ii
1T was your song l wanted to be 81
influential about. am like one who Il
rough long days of toil'-only that B
'esnt quite apply-'and nights devoid n,
ease, but | can't claim that one N
esn't sleep well here; 1t Is PIattvllle's v,
ecialy-like one who 81
''still heard in his soul the music "
OF wonderful melodies"
Yes" she answered, ''to come here pc
d to do what you have done aud to at
q this isolated village life that must IN