Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1905-04-06

and down the street as if watching for
some one. He caught her wandering
glance and waved his hand, smiling
brightly. Then he put both hands to
his mouth, making Il horn, and called
something TO ner, which she could not
hear above the roar of the street.
He is like boy" she thought and
laughed in sympathy with his evident
joyousness. There is never any gloom
or any uncertainty about him." adding
sadly: "Men are so sure of themselves
and Of one another. | wish-I wish
knew if he thinks only of my money,
as all the others seem to do"
Still watching his eager face, she
knew that whatever he had been wait
ing for was coming, and he pointed up
the street and laughed again as he ran
lightly down the steps.
Two young Italians, man and
woman, We're making ready to play.
The girl wore rose wreath on her
dark hair, and her eyes were filled with
the light of love as she looked f0ndly
In the face OF her companion.
The strains Of the music came to Miss
Markham in ftful snatches, mingled
limit 1afnmonu WAS Iistanin0 aS IT tn a
symphony, and she wondered a little
as to the meaning of the scene. She
saw him place something in the girls
small brown hand, and then the man
took off his cap with low obeisance
and the girl courtesied prettily as Ha
mond raised his hat politely and ma
his way to the automobile.
What is it," she questioned briefly
as he took his seat
"Only the beautiful outcome Of lit
tie romance that | have watched as it
blossomed here amid the sordid rush
of business"
"They are lovers, these two?" fall
ing in with his mood.
"Yes Welded last night Two mag
nificent types of primitive humanityw
with the enthusiasm Of artistic percep-
ton
They watched the two as they went
down the street, each pushing the pi-
ano with one hand, while the other
hands were clasped
"Will you tell me about themW she
asked as they reached broad, quiet
avenue away from the din and confu-
sion Of the city.
"Are you really interestedY' turning
to look at her curiously.
every much so. Please tell me-"
"Ihey are Antoine and Carita. They
may have other names. These are all
/ know | have watched them from
my window all winter. He had i tiny
fruit stand on the corner, and she was
errand girl in big millinery establish
ment on the next street. | saw the
first love glances, and l swear by Bun
ker Hill they did not come from An
tome"
Miss Markham laughed softly.
Il watched Carita passing and re-
passing. making several trips by the
little stand for each errand. Then
there would be days when she did not
come at all, and Antoine's neck would
have been safer in those days il it had
really been made of rubber instead Of
the material provided by the Creator"
Miss Markham smiled appreciatively.
She could fancy the ardent Italian gaz-
ing up and down the street watching
for his sweetheart.
well occasionally making pretense
OF an abnormal desire for bananas, |
rushed out to the stand while she was
still lingering there, and so | some
times overheard a few Sentences-their
soft Italian love worus sounding like
bird notes in spring Can't you fancy
them building a nest somewhere of
bOughs and moss-they wouldn't re-
quire much more than the birds, you
know-aud settling down like the birds
to sing their love songs and rear their
youngT'
A new light shone in Miss Mark
hams clear eyes.
And this is the man whom the girls
describe as a mere business automa-
ton" she thought, but she only said
ncouragiugly, "WellE"
HammOuds head swan for an in
slant with comprehension Of the
magnitude Of what he meant to do, but
lie went on steadily.
THE day of the tornado-you remem-
ber it-when the wind tore shutters
from the houses and overthrow chin
neys and great limbs were stripped
from the trees as the small boy pulls
leaves from a twig that day / wit
messed the downfall of the house Of
Buona-in other words, the complete
destruction of Antoines fruit stand
and peanut cooker"
Miss Markham sighed with quick
sympathy. Hammond was uncon-
sciously giving the little story dra-