The Red Cloud chief., 1905-02-24

FRENCH lG+aSn always III oiuNi Nv w
weep. haven't lived here five years.
I should laugh. too, II l were you
Look Mt the moon,'' he responded.
.Wc Plattvillians own that with the
best of mctropolitans, and. for my part.
I see more of 1t here. You do not APP
preciate us. We have large landscapes
In the heart of the city, and what other
capital has advantages like that? Next
winter the railway station is to have a
new stove for the waiting room. Heav-
en- itself Is one of our s~uburbS-it Is so
close that all one has to do is to die.
You insist upon my being French, you
sec. and I know you are fond of non
sense. How did you happen to put
The Walrus and the Carpenter ut the
bottom of a page of Fisbee's notes?'
"Was 1t? How were you sure it was
~"
"In Carlow county!'
"IIe might have written II himself"
"Fisbcc has never in his life read
anything lighter than cuneiform in
scriptions."
"Miss Briscoe''-
"She doesn't read Lewis Carroll, and
II was not her hand. What made you
write it on Fisbee's manuscript"
"He was here this afternoon. l
leased him n little about your heading
in the Hernld-'Business and the Cra-
die, the Altar and the Grave isn't it?
and he said it had always troubled
him. but your predecessor had used 1t.
Anil xar tbnr,YI,t Il a,pI Go do yIo
asked me IL l could think of anything
that you might like better and put in
place II it and I wrote The Time Has
Come because it was the only thing
l could think of hat was as apprOpri-
ate and as fetching as your headlines.
He was perfectly dear about it. He
was so serious. He said he feared IL
wouldn't be acceptable. ! didn't notice
that the paper he handed me to write
on was part Of his notes; nor did he. l
think. Afterward he put II back in his
pocket. 1t wasn't Il message"
'Im not sc sure he did not notice.
He is very wise. DO you know, l have
fhe impression that the old fellow
wanted me TO meet you"
'How dear and good of him!' She
spoke earnestly, and her face was suf-
fused with Il warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
said.
1T was John answered unsteadily.
"He knew how great was my need of
a few minutes companiOnablencss
wlth-with'-
'No," she interrupted. 81 meant dear
and good to me. i think he was think
Ing of me. 1t was for my sake he
wanted us To meet"
II might have been hard to convince
q woman If she had overheard this
speech that Miss SherwoOd's humility
was not the calculated a%ffectation of Il
coqucttc. Sometimes a mans unsus.
picion is wiser, and Harklcss knew
that she was not flirting with him. In
addition, he was moi a fatuOus man;
he did not extend the implication of
her words nearly so far as she would
have had him.
"But l had met you," said he, "lone
ago"
"What"' she cried, and her eyes
danced. "YOu actually remembers"
"fes. DO yOu|" he answered. 81
stood in Jones' field and heard you
singing, and l remembered. 1t was Il
long time since l had heard you sing:
81 was a rufler Of Flanders
AND fought for a FORMS hire.
You were the dame of my captain
And sang to my hearts desire.
an
"But that is the balladist's notion
The truth Is that you were a lady a,
b court of Clovis, and l was a heath
en- captive. l heard you sing a Chris
uan hymn and asked for BAPTISM
She did not seem Overpleased with
MS fancy, for, the surprise fading from
her face, "Oh, that vas the way YOU
remembered" she said.
perhaps it was not that way alone
You won't desplse me for being mawk
Isl tonight" he asked. IL haven't had
the chance for SO long,"
The night air wrapped them warmly
and the balm Of the little breezes thai
stirred the foliage around them was
the smell of damask roses from the
garden. The creek splashed over the
pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy
bird, half Weakened by the moon, Groom
ed dangerously in the sycamoreA The
girl looked cut at the sparkling water
through dOwncast lashes. SIS 1t be
cause 1t Is so transient that beauty II
pathetic" she said, because we car
never come back to 1t In quite the
same way? l am a sentimental girl
III Won nIn horn on a. ta .ax,. nxAs-.Ix