The Washington times., 1906-09-02
CHAPTER I-(Continued).

did everything else. Do you know
don't think I'd ever been so happy IN
my life as I was Just now. FOR
thought the old trees greeted me, ana
the bridge and the stream! And IN
sure that was the same bcbolink'
They don't have any bobolinks in Ger
many. ana so that one was the nrst
I have heard in three years You
heard him. didn't you, Arthur
II did-at FIRST" said Arthur.
..And then YOU heard me- you wicked
boy! You heard me come IN here sing
ing and talking 20 myself like mad
creaturei I dent think l ever felt so
Ike singing before. They make hard
work cut OF singing and everything
else In Germany. You know. so I never
sang out OF business hours. hut I be
neve could sing all day now be
cause I'm so happy"
Go on. said the other seriously
It could listen
mo. I want to talk TO you Just now.
said Helen. You should have kept
yourself hidden and then you'd have
heard all sorts or wonderful things
that you'll never have another chance
10 hear For I was just going to make
a speech 10 the forest. and think
should have kissed each one of the
flowers. You might have put it all
into IA poem, for OH. father tells me
you're going TO be a great pcet.'
I'm going TO try" said Arthur.
blushing.
Just think how romantic that would
be-" the girl laughed. "and I could
write your memoir and tell all I knew
about you. Tell me about yourself.
Arthur don't mean for the memoir,
but because I want to know the news
There isn't any. Helen. except that
I finished college last spring. as l
wrote you. and I'm teaching school at
HiEtown."
And you Ike it2''
Il hate II. but I have TO keep alive
10 try 10 be a poet. And that IS the
news about myself"
Except" added Helen, that you
walked twelve miles this glorious sat
urday morning TO welcome me home.
which was beautiful. And. OF course.
you'u stay over Sunday now you're
here. I can invite YOU myself you
know. for I've come home 70 take the
reins o. government You never saw
such a sight I'm your life as my poor
father has made of our house. He's
got the parlor all fun of those horrible
theological works of his, just as II God
had never made anything beautiful.
And since I've been away that dread
ful Mrs. Dale has gotten complete
charge OF the church. and shes only
one Of those creatures that wouldnJ
allow you 10 burn a candle In the or
gan loft, and father never was Of any
use FOR Quarreling about things.
Heleu's father the Rev. Austin Davis.
was the rector OF the little Episcopal
Church IN the town o. OakdaIe. just
across the feldsJ Il only arrived last
night" the girl pratted on, venting her
happiness in that way Instead OF sing
ing. but l hunted up two tallow can
dies IN the attic. and you shall SEQ
them IN church tomorrow. If there's
any complaint about the smell III tell
Mrs. Dale We ought 10 have incense.
and she'll get so excited about that
that I'll carry the candles by default.
I'm going 10 institute other reforms
also I'm going TO make the choir
sing IA tuHe!'
''II you Will only sing as you were
singing Just now. nobody will hear the
rest OF the choir" vowed the young
man. who during her remarks had
never taken his eyes on the girls IA
diant face.
Helen seemed not 70 notice it, for she
had been arranging the marigolds; now
she was drying them With her hand
ksrchief before fastening them upon
her dress.
You ought to learn TO sing yourself"
she said while she bent her head down
al that task. DO you care for music
any more than you used tor
I think I shall care for it just as
ala then" was the answer, whenever
you sing 1t "
POOH said Helen. looking up from
her marigoIds, 1.-THE idea of a dumb
poet anyway, a man who cannot sing
his own songs Don't you know that
If YOU could sing and make yourself
gloriously happy. as 1 was just now
and as / mean to be some more, you
sould write poetry whenever you Wish.
I can believe that" said Arthur
"Then why haven't YOU ever learned2
Dur English poets have all been rldlcu-
IONS crea lures about music. anyhow;
don't believe there was one In this
century. except Browning. that really
knew anything about IT, and all their
grooming and pining for inspiration
was nothing I'm the world but a need
If some music. I was reading the
Palace Of Art only the other day. and
there was that lordly pleasure house
with al its modern improvements and
without a sound of music. OF course.
the poor soul had 10 go back 10 the
suffering world. If IL were only 10 hear
q haud-organ again
That is certainly a novel theory,
admitted the young poet. Il shah come
10 YOU when 7 need inspiration
Come and bring me your songs
added the girl. land I viii sing them
% YOU You can write me poem
about that brook for one thing. I was
thinking just as I came down the road
that If I were a poet 7 should nave
beautiful things 20 say to that brook
VIII you do II for me?''
IT have already tried to write one
said the young man hesitatingly.
- song?" asked Helen.
YES"
"Oh. good! And I shall make some
H,usIc for It. VIII you tell it 70 me?'
"When?"
Now. If you can remember IT," said
Helen. Can your
IF you wish It," said Arthur sim
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