Danville intelligencer. [volume] (Danville, Pa.) 1859-1907, 1905-04-28

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consideration. A glance told her that.
and she cautiously drew n step nearer.
He lay so that the spreading branch
of Il tree shaded his face, his soft linen
hat tossed on the grass beside him, thus
revealing the thick dark hair that look
ed as If it might have curled had not
its owner sternly refused TO hear or
such Il thing. His features reminded
her strangely of certain marbles she
had seen. they were so massive, yet so
finished, and with girlish attention to
dress she bestowed an approving
glance on his white negligee shirt, the
sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and the
duck trousers to match. If he was not
godling he was ut least most at
tractive mortal
Daringly she stood and gazed at him,
tingling with the fear that he might
awaken, yet too interested TO turn
away. The blue Of her eyes was match
wore. Around her neck n dandelion
chain dangled like n cable Of rich gold.
With sudden movement she lifted
the latter, breaking off part OF 1t and
fastening 1t into wreath. Again she
hesitated. Then. with her underlip
held between her teeth in way that
showed two very merry dimples, she
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extracted a tiny pencil from the envsl-
ope, scrawled something on an unused
sheet and tore it off.
Almost holding her breath, she tiptoed
nearer. He was sleeping very heavily.
The scrap of paper she had twisted in
to the wreath. At last she stood with
in an arms length of his head. She
listened eycltedly, but the long, even
breaths reassured her
Slowly she bent over; lower and low
| er the wreath descended until 1t rested
on the crisp dark hair. With the brac-
cd air of a person who feels that he is
| likely to be shot at any moment she
ytraightened up and waited, but he did
I not move. Then. with u last admiring
glance, for he looked like n veritable
| flower crowned god now. she fed back
along the path and in moment had
! disappeared in the woods.
Trenham woke from n slumber so
deep that his very identity was lost.
Long, lazy shadows darkened the
sward about him. Who-what-wh
Something pressed upon his forehead.
and instinctively his hand went up, his
fingers cropping eagerly for some mean
/ ing in the soft damp mass that met
| their touch. Then they closed upon the
object and brought it around where his
eyes could help.
He stared at it in silence for a mo-
mcnt.
Crowned, by Jovew was his dazed
exclamation when he at last found
speech. The scrap of paper caught his
! eye, and he detached it, smoothed II
! riosity.
81 salute thee, great Pan" was scrib.
| bled thereon In n girlish hand. And AT
the words a light dawned upon him.
Who was she, and what was she like
How strange that she, too, should have
been thrilled with the same weird
sense of the nearness of pagan gods.
The dandelions were curling up like
tired children, but Trenham carried
the wreath home as carefully as If II
had been OF the flowers of Eden. and
he smoked many pipes that night in
the soft gloom OF Norton's roomy porch
wondering how and when and where
they would meet and whether her eyes
We're blue or gray and whether she was
tall or short, dark or fair, his lady OF
dreams.
Afterward he plumed himself upon
having recognized her instantly, though
if the truth were known 1t required nc
great perspicuity. Asked to dinner by
the Stantons - the nearest neighbors
though three miles away-he had ac
cepted on the chance of getting some
clew to the young lady.
And he did. At the sight of him the
only other guest, young woman with
the buest of eyes, gave n startled but
pleased look that flashed into her eyes
and out again so quickly that he would
scarce have been sure save for the
slight flush that backed up his theory
Later on 1t transpired that she was the
one girl in the neighborhood, and ma
irons, Trenham shrewdly argued, would
scarcely be up to such pranks or even
thinking of the great god PAN.
For the rest there are people who are
still scandallzcd when they remember
the queerness Of the Trenham- D.lke
wedding. 1t took place in sylvan style
a year later on the knoll overlooking
the river, and the bride wore-can you
believe it?-a wreath Of dandelions.