The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1905-09-10

bread was Of a ghostly pallor and flat
ness. as If it had been baked bysmoon-
light on a grave stone
The Indian women cook well. do they
not2'' she asked.
Some are not so bad as others One
young chief boosted to me OF his wife's
culinary accomplishments. He had been
Dragging all the morning about his own
exploits. ef the men he had killed and
the horses he had stolen. and then to es-
tablish his standing clearly In my mind,
he added: My squaw same white squaw
savoy pie
Even. there. then. the trail of the
pie-crust IS over them ALL
mo! only over the aristocracy"
Il should like SO much 10 see that
wonderful country"
1T is worth seeing" he said. with a
curious sinking OF the heart. IF you are
not under orders
He could not help think what a
pleasant thing a journey though that.
Brobdingnaggin fairy-land would be
with company like the young girl before
him. Nature would be twice as lovely
reflected from those brown eyes. The
absurdities and annoyances of travel
would be made delightful BY that frank,
clear laugh. The thought OF his poor
Nellie fitted by him an instant. too gen.
tie and feeble for reproach. Another
stronger thought had occupied his mind
You ought to see IT. Your mother
will need rest before long from her
Observation-Disclosures and you are over
working yourself dreadfully over that
sketch book. There is a touch OF ma
Colorado will do you both no end OF
good. I feel as If needed 1t myself. I
haven't energy enough to read Mr.. Mar
tins life of the Prince Consort' I shall
speak to Mrs. Belding as soon as she
returns.
lido. by all means. / should like to
go. but mamma would not spend three
nights IN a sleeping car to see the De-
lectable Mountains themselves
He rose and walked around the room.
looking at the flower and the young ar
list from different points of view. and
seeing new beauties in each continually.
There were long lapses Of conversation,
in which Alice worked assiduously and
Farrham lounged about the conserva-
! &C.,. .y aiways returning with a quick
word and a keen look at the face of the
girl. At last he said to himself: Look
| here. She is not a baby. She is nearly
| twenty years old / have been wonder
| ing why her face was so steady and
wise" The thought that she was not
child flied his heart with pleasure and
his face with light But his yolubility
seemed to die suddenly away. He sat
for a good while In silence. and started
a little as she looked up and said:
Now. II you will be very gentle, you
4 tell mo w n
do next"
! II was a pretty and unpretentious pic
ture that she had made The flower was
faithfully though stif1y given. and moth
ing especially remarkable had been at
/ tempted or achieved. Farnhem looked
at the sketch with eyes in which there
was no criticism. He gave Alice word
or two OF heartiest praise for her work
| than she knew she deserved. It was
/ rather more than she expected. and she
was not altogether pleased TO be so high
ly commended. though she could hardly
| have said why. Perhaps 1t was because
~ made her think less OF his critical
faculty. This was not agreeable. for her
| admiration OF him from her childhood
had been one Of the greatest pleasures
| of her life. She had regarded him as
| children regard a brilliant and hand
SOME uncle. She did not expect from
him either sallantry or equality OF treat.
ment
"Therei Do not say too much about il
you will make me ashamed Of IT. What
does Il lack?"
Nothing. except something on the
right to balance the other side. You
might sketch in roughly a half-opened
flower on the vine about there" indi-
eating the place.
| She took her pencil and began obedi-
emily 10 do what he had suggested. He
| leaned over her shoulder. so near her
she could feel his breath on the light
curls that played about her ear. She
wished he would move. She grew ner-
vous and at last said:
] II am tired. You put IN that flower"
| He took the book and pencils from her.
] as she rose from her chair Snd gave