The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-07-10

] meeting nhs was % 6Weetly Berioul.
She had told ne since that che was
I frlghtened 20 death of ne because I
knew 30 much. Fancy III The day she
told me. though, she was bubhllng over
with laughter. and suspect 6he was
poking eun at me IN her irreproasible
way. Then there was the morning
when we walked together TO church
and Ghe talked 90 quietly OF holy
thInRs. and there was that last after
noon in the garden before Fits came
home.
mat day II was the hardest Of al TO
FORGET myself and remember Ettzs
Sometimes when the Tenderness Of my
heart would creep Into my words ntfle
spots OF color would come and 50 n
her EfriiGh face. scarcely saw her
eyes that day, the white Ids dropped
40 mistakenly over their blue beauty.
At last I pulled myself together with
the thought that he could do 90 much
more for her than !, even n she could
bring herself to think OF me ut al, and
made my last earnest speech for him.
She frOWned little, then she smiled
and looked thoughtful.
81 think I shall have 60 teach you to
7ead poetry" she said.
"wm your asked eagerly.
Begin on The CourtShip Of Miles
Standish,' then" she answered and
ran. laughing. up the walk
81 did the best could for you, Fit1,
I told him when he returned that even
Ing And rehearsed the last speech
IN full
.swhat did she sayT" he demanded.
"Why-Ghe didn't say anything to
that. she told Moor hinted-that my
education was deficient because had
little knowledge OF poetry, and she told
me to begin on The Courtship Of Niles
Standlst.'
FItz looked At me mournfuIly- That's
my finish then. Have you read TIT"
'I was Just beginning"
Fitz walked heavily from the room.
and took mp my new LOnsfeIlow.
Short Of stature he was. but strongly
built and athletic;
Brown as q nut was hi1 face. put MS
rusSet beard was already
F1aked with patches OF nnOW.
Pretty good description Of myself. !
thought. Not exactly patches. but there
were certainly threads Of gray. read
on till the speech was finished, the
egotIstIeai words Of Miles Stnndish;
then bowed my head IN shame and
anger. had talked steadily OF myself
and my work, but she had led me on
She had no right to call me down 50.
Tomorrow I would 90 back to my
cabin and forget, but yet knew 1
should always remember. was stil
broodIng when FitG came back.
ct don't blame you, old man" he BE-
-an. Probably you'll make her hap
pier: but, Lord, look at my money!
blInked at him rs he settled down
".Seat way she had OF bringing mat
tiers to a focus" he went on, picking
UP my book which lay face downward
on the table. why, darned II / be-
IIeve you've read It allr'
Eve read enough" said reSentful-
IL. 81 read what she thinks Of me-"
One moment that blessed Fitz gazed
at me, then in words OF one syllable he
gave me the Eist of that poem-made
me to understand that my Claudia was
InpersonntIng the Puritan maiden In
her immortal speech, why don't you
speak for yourself. JohnT'
And to think ever had deemed
Fitzgerald stupid!
I found my blessed girl in the gar
den, but she did not hear my approach.
She was on tiptoe, trying to reach =
rose which swung above her bead.
At have come to speak for myself,
Claudia" said.
The dear bands ceased from their
uuest to hide the blusheS OF her sweet
face. Her EirIISh form trembled-
ssYou think me boidr' she cried ap-
prehehsiveiy.
to her Just what did think OF her. ana
II took long time. And then she ex-
planned to me about afdnities.
.SSuas Funny BPsSehea.