The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-05-21

u the pike toward the brick
house. He was STOPPING very
- much as they walked. He
wanted to be told that be could look at
Der for 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 a
different thing at difterent tines was
the coloring. delicate glow under the
white skin, a glow that bewitched him
In Its seeming to reflect the rich bene-
diction Of the MONDAY sun that blazed
overhead.
Once be had thought the way to the
Bfsscoe homestead rather a long walk.
but now the distance sped Indignantly.
Strolled they never 30 slow, II was less
than a young birds nutter from a
wood" With her aequIescenee be rolled
a cigarette. and she began to hum light.
iy the air OF song. song of inetfably
gentle. slow movement.
That. and reference of the morning
and perhaps the smell of his tobacco
mingling with the fragrance OF her
roses. awoke again the old reminis-
cence Of the night before. A clearly
outlined picture rose before him-the
high green slopes and cool elf walls
OF the coast 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 waxen deck where he lay
cushioned. And again a woman pelted
his face with handfuls Of rose petals
and cried: "Up. lad. and at 'em! Yon-
der Is Winter Hatbor!" 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 Galahad's little sister" He had
been much taken with this child, but
he had not thought Of her from that
tins 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 physical
eye, sweet and vivacious child's face.
with light brown hair and gray eyes
and 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.
~ remember you"
Isn't II timer"
"Ah. but | never forgot your he
cried. Il thought had. didn't know
who It was I was remembering. l
thought II was fancy. and It was men,
ory. l never forgot your voice, sing
ing, and l remembered your face, too,
though I thought l didn't" He drew
a deep breath. THAT was why
TON has not forgotten you." she
said as he paused.
would you mind shaking hands
once more?" he asked.
She gave him her hand again. with
all my heart. WhyT
I'm making record Of 1t; that's
all. Thank you"
"They called me sir Galahad's lit
tie sister all one summer because the
great John Harkless called me that.
You danced with me In the evening"
"Did ~
"Ah," she said, shaking her head.
"you were too busy being in love with
pretty Mrs. Van Skuyt to remember q
waltz with only me! was allowed to
meet you as a reward for singing my
very best and you-you bowed with
the indulgence Of a grandfather and
asked me to dance"
like a grandfather How young I
was thenI How time changes us!'
Srm afraid my conversation did not
make great impression upon you
she continued.
"But II did. am remembering very
fast II you will wait moment l will
tell you some Of the things you said"
The girl laughed merrily. Whenever
she laughed he realized that 1t was be
coming terribly difficult not to tell hCr
how adorable she was. Il wouldn't
risk 1t II | were you." she warned him,
because l didn't speak to you at all.
I shut my lips tight and trembled all
over every bit of the time was dane
ing with you. did not sleep that
night and | was unhappy, wondering
what the great Harkless would think
OF me. knew he thought me unutter-
ably stupid because couldn't talk to
him. ] wanted to send him word that