The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-10-19
Our Daily Sport Story

standing tentatively, ready to vanish at breath. Garston did not breathe. It seemed hours of uncertainty before he felt her moving farther into the room: jnsensibly drawing nearer to him until she stood at his elbow. He be- cams tinglingly conscious of n desire to put up his hand and draw the invis- ible one to the arm of his chair. He got up cxelaimtn,s vehemertly: T had better go f1shing."
 The next dly he went. He started alona, but without any expectation of remaining alone, for the girl in the lasso glasses had st iclS to him so per- si5tently the evening before and all the morning he had about made up his mind to accept her perpetual presence. But she did not rsturn Alone. the train bore him from city to brook sid" and left him alone in the boarding house upon the hill Garston read in this an a. surance that h:s nerves were not so far gone as he had feared, but as a final test he took his pipe down to the bank and began to smoke in the twi- Highland waited for her to come. She did not come. He smoked another pipe. and still waited in vain. But instead of being incomparably comforted he grew irrationally nettled. T am a fool" he said. and began to recall her every line of rose and dress as she had
 
 to deliberately wishing for her to come. And she came. Slowly. unwillingly, he felt ner drawing nearer to him. His nerves thlg1ed at the first faint herald of her approach. then satisfaction, deep, inexplicsble. settled over his soul. She was there, within reach of his hand and that was all in the world he want ed. He leaned back against the tree, his lids dropped. his pipe grew cold If this could only go on for ever and ever, yet he was conscious that he could not hold her. That when she got ready to go she would leave him-and she did. But 1t was late. Long past time for all sane reople to be in bed Garston made his way to the boarding house grimly asking himself If he was sane And he swore in disgust that he would get rid of this girl in lasso glasses.
 All next day Garston fished and tramped and whistled among the hills, exulting in the solitude he had made his own. but when the twilight came he took his pipe and went down to the brookside. He waited for her to come; he wished for her to come; he longed intensely for the faint jingle of her approaching presence; and at last went to bed in a rage of disappoint ment.
 Crazy people" he asserted next morning at breakfast. Crazy people could be sane if they wanted to. It is because they love their illusions bet ter than their sanity that they stay crazy.
 You speak as one having authority" said the man opposite. Just the same | when a man begins to love his illusions l better than his sanity 1t Is high time | to shut him up for safe keeping"
 T don't suppose he would much care | what you did with him so long as he | kept his Illusions Garston said and | went out. He knew he was fool to | plsv with such things. but what harm | couId 1t do to keep that mystic pres ence c,cse 70 him, II was very pleas ant and-"There are all sort of things in life that we don't know anything about. What is the use of trying to explain? Life is worth just its sem sations. We might as we'll live each one of them to its fullest" dan Rerous decision-but the girl would not come.
 The more consistently she withheld her prasence the more eagerly Garston desired 1t until toward late afternoon he flung himself down on the grass and ! VI iIled her to come. The extravagance nf his action-and It's futility-sobered him. T am the darndest fool that ever escaped the Killer" he said aloud, pick ed m his pole and went whistling down he slope. The whistle was bravado.