The Washington times., 1906-09-02

Helen was silent for n few moments.
then she said: Il think that IS beauti-
fuI, Arthur. but Il is not what 1 want.
why not2" he asked.
Il should have liked It when you
wrote II. but now tho spring has come
and we must be happy. You have
heard the springtimC song"
yes. said Arthur. land the stream
let has led me 10 the beautiful sight"
ut IS beautiful" said Helen. gazing
about her with that naive unconscious
ness which EVERY wise mans son
doth know" is one thing ne may new
er trust in a womG d 1T could not
be more beautiful" she added, "aHd
YOU must write me something about
II instead OF wandering around our
pasture pond on winter nights TIL your
Imagination turns il into a frozen
lake"
The young poet put away his papers
rather suddenly at that and Helen.
after gazing at him for a moment and
laughing 20 herself. sprang up from
the seat
Come" she cried. why are we SIT
ting here anyway, talking about all
sorts OF things and forgetting IKE
sprinetime altogether? 7 haven't been
half as happy yet as 1 mean 10 be"
She seemed 10 have forgotten her
friends twelve-mile walk; but he had
forgotten II too. just as ne soon for
got the rather wintry reception Of his
little song II was not possible for him
70 remain dull very long in the pres
ence Of the girls glowing energy; for.
once upon her feet, Helen's dancing
mood seemed TO come back 70 her If
indeed IL had ever more than half left
her. The booklet struck up the meas
ure again. and the wind shook the
trees far above them, TO tell that il
was still awake. and the girl was the
very spirit OF the springume oncs
more.
"Oh. Arthur" She said as she led
him down the path. Just think how
happy Z ought 10 be, TO welcome all
the ola things after so Ions end TO
find them all so beautiful; IL is Just
rs II the country had put on its finest
dress TO give me greeting, and I feel
as II were not half gay enough in
return. just think what this spring
time IS. how all over the country
everything is growing and rejoicing;
that Is what I want you 10 put into
the poem for me-"
And so she led him on into the
forest carried on by JOY herself and
taking all things into her song. She
did not notice that the young mans
forehead was flushed. or that his hand
was burning when she took il in hers
as they walked, II she noticed il. she
chose AT any rate TO pretend not 20.
She sang 10 him about the forest and
the flowers, and some more Of the
merry song which she had suns he
fore; then She stopped 20 shake her
head at saucy adder's tongue that
thrust its yellow sace up through the
dead leaves at her feet and 10 ask
that wisest-loOking of all flowers what
secrets IL knew shout the springtime.
Later on they came 10 a place where
the brook fed faster sparkling bright
" in tho sunlight over its shaUow bed
of pebbles; Il was only her runaway
caroliug that could keep pace with
that. and So her glee mounted higher.
tho young an at her side halt in 4
trance. watching her laughing face
and drinking in the sound of her voice.
How long that might have lasted
there is nc telling had il not been that
the woods came 70 an END, disclosing
more open fields and a village beyond
WED better not go any farther said
Helen, laughing; If eny OF the earth
creatures should hear us carrying on
they would not know It was 'T.unken-
heit ohue Vein
She stretched out her hand 10 her
companion. and led him 10 a seat upon
fallen log near by. Poor boy" she
said. Il forgot that you were supposed
10 be tired.
1T does ~~t make any difference, "
was the reply: I hadn't thought Of
il D."
There's no need 70 walk farther,
said Helen. FOR I've seen all that I
wish 70 see. How dear this walk ought
10 be 10 US. Arthur