The Newark journal., 1905-06-23
O OUT C OF THE WIND
 By
By ISABEL BOWMAN PULLEY
Copyright. 1901, by Daily story Pub. Col


 heavy frown and even through his tan the red of anger showed.
 There is not one of you" he was saying, with suppressed yehemence, who really appreciates deep, honest. enduring love if it isn't always froth- ing over with compliments. Words have more weight with woman than reticent faithfulness. A fellow who fools, but fatters her, will be able to win with her. when poor dog of a fellow who only knows how to love her will be turned down with the cold comfort of tolerant friendship"
 He was glowering across the ice cold spring, bubbling up from the messy footrest of the mountain, at girl who was idly swinging a tin cup by its ham, dle encircling her fOrefnger. She was dressed all in white and her blond hair eHrled out from under her white hat in provocative little rings, whilst her soft, appealing blue eyes were gazing at Peter with eXasperating innocence and mock admiration
 How wise you are. Peter!" she said in her fresh, sweet voice. You really have brought the study of woman to a fine point Your knowledge of us is profound"
 The red deepened on Peters face. "It should be profound, he growled, from the amount of time I have wasted in studying you-'
 No time-don't the eopybooks tell us2-is wasted that is well employed, and l am all sweetness and light "
 That's the trouble-you are sweet. diabolically, irresistably sweet'-Kit- tvs lashes dropped to hide the smile in her eyes-"but you haven't an atom of heart"
 But -guilelessly-"if I had been endowed with a heart, would it have been preordained to beat for you, Peter?"
 Peter muttered something between his teeth. Of course. l make no such absurd claim! But if you had a shred Of feeling you would not play with a mans heart as though it was a rub Der ball, for the sake of seeing how high you can knock it and how often it will rebound"
 shade of guilty expression swept over Kitty's face. but she hastened to protest But Peter raised a silencing hand
 T know my own experience I have proposed to you four time" es"-"three' was the humble correction across the spring-"But this has been final; I shall accept pr. Browns offer to go abroad with him next week to study tuberculosis, and if I am not man enough to cast you out of my heart I ought to be shot as a weakling!" and he strode down to the lake where a yawl was drawn half up on the shore.
 They had rowed across the lake from the opposite shore, where the cottage was her parents had rented for the summer, and had landed to refresh themselves at the spring. And here Peter had again laid his heart and at her disposal Heretofore he had accepted refusal with a manly dignity that had kept his pain well hidden and only left visible his dogged determi- nation to succeed. So quiet had he been that Kitty had no realization of his wound and had half doubted it's ex- istence, and so to-day, instead of her usual gentle and half alluring refusal. she had pricked him on to his entire loss of self-command and an unwonted declaration of fnality Like most per sons who play with fire as an amuse- ment she had let 1t get beyond her control As she gazed after him as he went to the boat she saw by the set of his shoulders that his words had not been filled with air. And then, to her amused dismay, she also saw that he was SO absorbed in his own thoughts that he had pushed the yawl into the lake and was getting in himself with out realizing that he was leaving her behind
 She went halfway down the path and called to him. "Peter!" she said plaintively. remember it is five miles walk around the lake and don't think I am quite equal to 1t today"
 Peter awoke with mortified conster- nation at his unintentional rudeness T beg your pardon" he stammered IT wasn't thinking what was do- ing"
 He held the bow while sho stepped in but he did not raise his hand to helr her, but when she was safely settled among the cushions in the stern he got in and took up the oars without any fur ther words. He pulled out into the lake. his white duck hat pushed down over his brows. his lips set in 8 straight line that betokened unaltera. ble resolution. his eyes gazing over her head at the shore they were leav- ing behind; neither was there any fur ther loitering or dallying with the oars