The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1906-08-29

as late as you've u nlllu w. oiu hi"n'
For a commuter it's RELIEF, ! can teil
you, from our ordinary o'clock rush
ed affairs
The next morning. however, Ken
nard was up betlmes. The rain of ths
night before had vanished, save fos
the last light simmer of silver on ths
grass and under the almond bushes
adroop with their slender pink
branches. And such a morning all
scintillatng with olive green and gold
sunshne
Kennard stole on tptoe from his
close apartment, which seemed to
breed all the fever driven eXtrava-
eances OF an overcxcited world into
the freshness Of the May air The gar
den. like the house, was obsequiously
awaiting signal to wake. The flow
ers seemed still motionless, holding in
their perfume that a breath might not
disturb the sleepers whom the resplen
dent rising sun itself could not attract.
But beyond the garden. through a
hedge Of trees where the honeyed
of wild birds, path led to wide awake
fields and meadows
Fowls were growing. cackling, COB
bling Cabling, in matutinal cXuber-
auce: calves were bounding outside
/, the milking pen, hungrily beating at
the sight of the usurpation of their
rights within; in the pastures the sheep
were grazing industriously.
To Kennnrd rs he walked along
there seemed TO he a vague. expectant
quality in the morning. AS If, he said
to himself the very freshness and
grace of it all were preparing the way
for something splendidly alive and
I deb0nair.
His path suddenly merged into lit
/ lie bypath, largely screened by thick
cts. At the end was n dilapidatcd
/ summer house. fastened between three
/ trees on n bank Overhanging CUR
/ Cling stream girliSh figure was
/ leaning over the rickety railing. appar-
/ entity looking ut the pebbly. varleglted
mosaic of the streams bottom. She
had thrown off her hat. and her chin
was resting in the cup Of her two
/ hands. He could see nothing of her
/ profile because Of the mass of dark
hair Coiled over the back of her head.
Not wishing to intrude or disturb
/ the girls evident reverie, kennard
would have rereated, but at that ip,
slant. hearing a twig snap Under his
feet. she turned.
She felt his immediate recognition
and calmly faced him.
Il reckon You are bit surprised,
she admitted quietly Well. it's the
simplest sort of story The old
estate down there yielded nothing, and
for three years now Eve been earning
my own living At present | am Mrs.
Archers companion"
"For three years, GwendolenF
YES. You've been in England most
of that time. haven't YOU: And you've
written several mighty successful
books. Oh, haven't lost complete
track of my old friends. you see.
There was still that iuimitabe Fash
of rallleTy in the beautiful eyes. Ken
nard noticed And StIll that dear
blessed little smile,
AS Gwendolcn's glance met the quick
fame that spread across the man
OPAQUE pupils all the playfulness went
ont of her own. and the spirit of thrust
and parry went out of her soul. An
other spirit. guarded against, often
crushed ont, lcaped in again.
"You-you are still the same old Bob
aren't your" said she, with adorable
Indifference. But Kennard was very
grave. He was looking now where th'
girl had been looking before-at th'
mosaic bottom of the clear water.
yesterday. Gwendolen,' lie said, g
saw some women buying violets' Eve
since I've been haunted 10y the eyes o
girl | once knew, girl whom I've
tried. oh, SO valnly, to forget. DO yol
remember. dear
She made a little impulsve, forwar'
movement, as II 10 stop his words. lie
seeing it. held out both his hands.
And then thcy-well. all at once sh
knew that the question he had put I
her down IN Mississippi when th'
hooking birds were singing hadn
been mere poetic sentiment an.
more than his thought of her eyes ha
been. and he. for his part, illuminaI
incly realized that the answer she ha
given him that moonlight night hadn
been an ultimatum.
The morning air was giving Gwendl
len Moore the reposc aud rcirc@hmen
denied by sleeple>s night. hut witha
She looked pale aud little tired.
Wen have to change all that sor
Of thing. sweetheart" Kcnnard wa
saving an hour later as they sauntcre
happily toward The house. AND 20
were not mt diuncr last nisht-yo
were H. Was that
Your telegram. sir She broke
with mock severity while the dimple
went riotng Look. there are Nj
l and Mrs Archer coming down the ga
den to meet Us"
b WHY. Mr.. kennard. you know Mis-
$ MooreYr cried Mrs. Archer foolishly.
We'll. rather. And. Dan. erie
{ Kennard. turning boyishly upon tina
+. nstoundcd individual. you were
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