The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1906-11-02

times wearing a plaid shawl and an
Alpine hat which shades the blue eyes
beneath. In fact, the familiar eyes
are so shaded that when George looks
into them the vision always fades;
The opens his own eyes and signs him.
self back into the present moment.
Life would be quite another thing
| if he might allow himself these WIS.,
ions. But they come without leave,
and must be put aside. The question
which had often risen to his lips was
not the one he might ask.
Having an invalid mother and no
money, a student may say, will you
pass me the bread?" while his glances
speak many gentle courtesies. But
he may not say, "Will you share my
bread?" when there is hardly enough
for the mother
Therefore sunshine is brightest
when the eylfds curtain the eyes,
Yet is a vision of fair possibilities
not half as real as the rain against
the window.
| The car had arrived at the top.
George stood on the station platform,
contemplative.s Before the pleasure of
walking to the very summit he would
watch the car go down again. When
| it should descend under the great red
sun, the Polyphemus eye of the moun-
tain world, the last link with Zermatt
would be severed for the night.
He stood with his back to a large
rock. When he arrived he had no.
ticed two figures seated on it, and
had idly thought of them as chance
companions on the summit over night.
The Lilliputian hustle of departure
as the car was prepared for descend
ing amused him. How different this
adjustable and particular start from
the hurried stoppages and confused
crowd of city car.
A belated passenger was loudly
summoned by the conductor. zone
moment" came the answer as two
ladies' passed George, hurrying to-
ward the car. 1t was Die Tante, with
Elizabeth. At the sound of the voice
he knew who it was, and yet his eyes
needed proof. AS Elizabeth passed
him he laid hand on her arm. She
turned and recognized him.
Surely the snow fields lend a
strange and radiant light to the eyes
which behold them. Perhaps Eliza
beth had sat too long on the great
rock
But the car is going-now," came
from her in gasps as if she were an
SWering some question
Two other passengers were to go
down Happily they were quarreling
over the disposition of their satchels.
Die Tante had hurridly attained seat
in the car and stood transfxed, a
spirit of wonder at the unforeseen.
George found speech after several
precious seconds had elapsed. He still
kept his hand on Elizabeth's shawl
where the blue stripe crossed the red
one. The evening air from the glac-
iers was like wine.
Elizabeth, the sunrise here will be
SO wonderful, SO without compare"
he eagerly said. Her advent had be-
wildered him. The reality was still
part of his vision and, like the sun
rise, wonderful beyond compare.
The car started with Elizabeth pois-
ed like a bird on the step. George
grasped her hand to detain her.
1.-THE beautiful mountain-tops. We
must see them together" he cried, as
the wheels moved. Even while he
spoke the car gained speed, and he
walked quickly beside it.
Instinctively he pushed her firmly
on to the platform of the car, for
hand. Die Tante stood ready to jump
off in case of need. Voices called to
them in warning as the car gathered
such Roadway that George was oblig-
ed to run
All their past meetings and partings
were in the clasp of his hand, and he
would not let go. His hat far behind,
he followed. like Merlin, unreckoning,
on the CLEAN, on the light nom her
eyes.
"Ah love, 1 cannot" came from him
without his wish
Elizabeth bent towards him from
the car She had thought, thus
far, only of the miracle of his pres
ence. Now she realized that there
was danger to face. For her to loose
his hand was impossible, so firm was
his hold
| For her to jump off-no. Yet if
he were hurt! Never had his safety
been SO imperative
There was no time to lose. Get
on, quick" she called, loud enough
to conquer the noise of wheels and
pulled him forward and up with all her
strength.
George came suddenly to his
senses. With brave laugh and a
firm foot he challenged the gods and
gained the platform.
The bunch of feathers on Eliza
beth's green hat quivered like aspens
as he drew himself up, still holding
her hand. If you cared for her you
must look to see if she, too, trembled.
After all, three can live on very