The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-10-22

out to do her homage EOne Of Wash
ington's. brilliant young horsewomen,'
and sc, forth. Away down at the bot
viii add TIL that 'f 1 play the violin rather
well for an amateur In all her trial,
this was the one bitter expression, and
she was sorry for it the moment it es-
capped her.
He W. Was wholly on;ys absorbed I in the mystery
She had mounted Jane and was gath
ering up the reins, while James
strapped on the saddle hamper. This
done, he climbed into the sad
die and signifed by touching :, his III.
rode forth in the sweet fresh
ness of that November afternoon. A
steady wind was blowing, the compact
white clouds sailed swiftly across the
brilliant heavens, the leaves whispered
and auttered, hither and thither, wher-
ever the wind listed; 1t was the day
of days. It was the last ride, and fate
owed them the compensation OF q beau
tiful afternoon.
The last ride! Warburton's mouth
dropped. Never again to ride with
her! How the thought frightened his
hearth What tug it was go.
1 Bat Sc SO It it must no s1 BE-. He could
never face her gratitude. He must
disappear, like the good fairies In the
found out what he had done, she
would always think kindly Of him, even
tenderly. At twilight, when she took
out her violin and played soft meas-
ures. perhaps a thought or two would
, be given to him. After what had hap
.pened-this contemplate masquerading
and the crisis thru which her father had
just passed-it would be impossible
for her to love him. She would always
regard him with suspicion, as witness
of her innocent shame. -
He recalled the two wooden plates In
the hamper. Whom was she going to
meeta All, well, what mattered ltY
: After today the abyss Of eternity would
yawn between them. How he loved
herl How he adored the exquisite pro
file, the warm-tintea skin the Isl shining bs41
All, that last ride!
The girl was holding her head high
because her heart was full. No more
to ride on bright morning, with the
: wind rushing past her, bringing the
odor Of the grasses, Of the flowers, OF
the earth to tingle her nostrils; ne
t more to follow the hounds on winters
9 day, with the pack baying beyond the
I hedges, the gay, red.coated riders 7.
d wander thru the halls Of her mother :
t birthplace and her own. Like breatl
e on a mirror, all was gone. Why's Wha'
s had she done to be flung down ruth
q lessly7 She, who had been brough
t up in idleness and luxury, must turn
E her hands to q livingl Without beini
!, worldly, she knew the world. ono
n she appeared upon the stage she W ta !.
7 lose caste among her kind: True, the.
would tolerate her, but no longer woul'
her. voice be heard or her word hav
t. weight. Soon she would be tosse'
about on the whirlpool and swallowed
= up. Then would come the haa
70 ling with managers, long an n;
trssome }S1rne{s gloomy en nGssl
t, people who desired to see the one-tim
!, be Autographed and hung in shop win
q dows, in questionable resorts, and tn
le privacy so loved by gentlewomen gone
.. and perhaps there would be insults
n And she was only on the threshold o
'se the twenties, the radiant, bloomin
,e During the long ride (for they eove1
I'd ed something like seven miles, not
Or word was spoken. The girl was bldin
in her time; the man had nothing to voice
Id lucy "c1t So1hS suAu wv "~~N,, " -
10 they came upon a clearing thru which
narrow brook loitered or sailed dow
10 the incline. She refined in and raise
oe her crop. He was puzzled. So ia
n. as he could see, he and the girl wer
r alone. The third person, for whom,
to reasoned, he had brought the secon
plate was nowhere in sight.
u A fiat boulder lay at the side Of II
We stream, and she nodded toward it. Wa
er burton emptied the hamper and sprea
~ ~ the cloth on the store. Then he lal
u. out the salad, the sandwiches, II
~ olives, the almonds, and two silver tel
ne scope cups. All this time not sing
" word from either; Warburton, busie
~ with his task, did not life his eyes
= her.
;. The girl had laid her face again
on James nose, and two lonely tea
! Isl trailed slowly down. her yelyety cheek
~ Presently he was compelled to look
II her and speak. :,
ns Everything is ready, Miss" T
Il. s save him. IMAM an understandable agony.
eli She dropped the bridlereins, brush!
Of her eyes, and the sunshine OF a sm1
IN broke thru the troubled clouds.
In "Mr Warburton,' she said GENT
EN- "let JUS not play any more. / am T
nd sad. Let US hang. up the masks, I
in the comedy is DONE.