The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1906-05-05

were MOVERS OF some kind there, but
i they didn't interest me"
And | suppose you found q
! Lovers Lane out there, tooo You
| say they always have one every
where"
There was one there, no doubt. but
| wasn't looking for it. If you had
been there
"Hark, | thought / heard some.
body calling. Don't you think we'd
better go? What a joke it would be
TO get lost IN these woods"
I'm afraid that would be pretty
hard to do" he said, getting up One
couldn't go q quarter Of a mile in any
direction without getting into the
fields"
But people sometimes get bewild-
cred, SO that they go around in cir
cles without knowing it, she answer
ed, as she tossed piece of bark into
the stream and watched it float lazlly
away. Have YOU ever been LOST"
No, but | have loved and"
Do you think Mabel Allen and
Mr.. Hewitt are suited to each other?
They're both dark, you kOwn.'
What difference does it make
about the color Of their hair or eyes
II they love each other?'
Il don't know, only people say that
a girl who has dark hair should marry
man who is light, and vice versa"
no
cause Of the color of his hair if you
Why do you keep insisting on be-
ing personal? | was talking about
other people
Other people don't interest me
very much. But supposing other peo-
pie We're to get to considering the
question Of dark girls and light men
or dark men and light girls and de-
cided that we were"
We must really be going. or Mrs.
Westwood will never forgive u.s."
Yes. The sun will be down in a
few minutes. There's the whistle Of
the boat coming up the lake
This is such a delightful spot that
l hate to leave it. | think | shall
come out every day and sit here and
watch the ripples. Do you suppose
there are any fish in this stream?"
I'm afraid not. But there may be
wildcats in these woods"
"Oh. well. l suppose I can get the
coachman, or the man who attends to
the lawn. Or-Or somebody to come
and protect me-"
He looked at his watch and then
glanced up the path.
This is the lovliest time Of the
day to be in the woods" she con-
tinued. There's such an eerie feet
ing about them. One can imagine that
there's dryad behind every tree
There's chipmunk behind that
enc over there. | just saw him scoot
around it. Hadn't We better go
now"
Il don't believe you care for the
beauties of nature"
There's the chipmunk Do you see
him."
But | wasn't talking about chip
Hes one Of the beauties Of nature,
isn't he?"
Il mean the trees, and shrubs. and |
streams, and rocks What a gift it |
would be if one could put this all into |
a picture or poem
And sell it for three dollars and |
forty cents"
That isn't at all funny"
Mrs. Westwood won't be at all
funny either if we keep her worrying
much longer"
"Oh. we'll. if you can't think Of
anything but Mrs. Westwood, per-
laps we ought to hurry back"
Il could forget that there ever was
| Mrs Westwood if"
He stood looking down at her while
'he earnestly gazed at the tiny point
# shoe that peeped from under her
oft, fluffy skirts. The setting sun had
Ound an opening through the trees
nd was trying to add to her beauty
y heightening the color of her.
IF WHAT" she asked.
If you would tell me you were
orry you said no that other time"
She lifted her arms toward him and
hey forgot that Mrs. Westwood was
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