The Red Cloud chief., 1905-02-24

sentimental about. | am like one who
through long days of toil'-only that
doesn't quite apply-'and nights devoid
OF ease but | can't claim that one
doesn't sleep well here; IL Is Plattville's
specialty-likc IN who
"Still heard In his soul the music
or wonderful melodies"
YES" she answered. "to come here
I'M to do what you have done and to
live this isolated village life that must
be so desperately dry and dull for a
man of your sort. and yet to have the
kind of heart that makes wonderful
melodies sing in itself-oh,' she cried.
Il say that is finc!'
"iou do not understand" he return.
ed sadly, wishing before her TO be un.
mercifully just to himself. II came
here because l couldn't make n living
anywhere else. And the wonderful
Melodies have only known you one
evcning-and the melodies He rose
to his feet and took u few steps toward
the garden. Come" he said, ''let me
take you back. Let us 30 before -
He finished with Il helpless laugh.
She stood by the bench, one hand
resting on it. She stood all in the
tremulant shadow. She moved one
step toward him, and a single long
silver of light pierced the sycamores
and fell upon her head. lie gaspcd.
"What was 1t about the m%clodics?'
she said.
Nothing. l don't know how to thank
you for this evening that you have Civ
en- me. II suppose you are leaving to-
morrow. No one ever stays here. r.
"What about the mclOdics?"
He gave it up. ''Thc moon makes pco-
pie i%nsanc!' he cried.
"lf that is true, then you need not be
more afraid than l., because people is
plural. What were you saying about
81 had heard them-in my heart.
When | heard your voice tonight I
knew that Il was you who sang them
there, had been singing them for me al
ways
"So!' she cried gayly. "All that de-
bate about n pretty speech" Then,
sinking before him in n courtesy, II am
beholden to you," she said. do you
think nc man ever made a little fiat
terry for me before t%onight?"
At the edge Of the orchard. where
they could keep an unseen watch on the
garden and the bank of the creek, Judge
Briscoe and Mr.. Todd were ensconced
under an apple tree, the former still
armed with his shotgun. When the
young people got up from their bench,
the two men rose hastily, then saunter-
met, Harkless shook each Of them cor.
daily by the hand without seeming to
, know il.
"We were coming TO look for you,"
explained the judge. civilian was
afraid to 90 home alo~ne-thought some
one might take him for Mr.. IIarkless
and shoot him before he got into town.
Can you come out with Willetts in the
morning, Harklcss,' he went on, land
20 with the young ladies to see the
parade? And Minnie wants you to stay
to dinner and 20 to the show with them
In the afternoon"
Harkless seized his hand and shook 1t
and then laughed heartily as lie accept
ed the invitation.
At the gate Miss Sherwood extended
her hand to him and said politely,
while mockery shOne from her eyes:
"Good night, Mr.. Harklcss. | do not
leave tomorrow. l am very glad to have
met YOU" =.
"We are going to keep her all sum-
--. A -. ..,, ~ .,tl Minnie Nlynn NtnO
her arm about her friends waist.
"YOu'll come I'm the morningT'
"GOod night, Miss Sherwood" he re-
turned hilariOusly. ut has been such
q pleasure to meet you. Thank you SO
much for saving my life. 1t was very
good of you, indeed. Yes; in the morn
ing. Good night, good night" He
shook hands with all of them, inciud-
ing Mr.. Todd, who was going with him.
He laughed all the way home, and VIII
liam walked at his side in amazement.
The Herald building was a decrepit
frame structure on Main street. Ii
had once beer a small warehouse and
was now sadly in need of paint. Close
~ adjoining it, in a large, blank looking
yard, stood a low brick cottage, over
which the second story Of the Old ware
house leaned in an effect Of tipsy af
lection that had reminded Harkless
when he first saw it, Of an old Sunday
school book wOOdcut of an inebriatet
parent under convoy Of a devoted child
The title to these two buildings ant
the blank yard had been included II
kho -,.hooa - tho IInvaII md th.