The Cairo bulletin., 1906-01-06


to look upon. Perhaps they would sail
on unknown waters, ana when tile
breath Of the salt sea touched them
they would feel together the joyous
madness which was their heritage from
+ the sea kings.
No one should enter their paradise
The little old priest OF the chapel at the
crossroads should marry them, and
then the world should know them no
more
lie watched for her the next morning.
AS he stood by the dusty roadside
again the coach came by, and again she
was on top. Again she wore the red
coat. ana a man on the seat beside her
mot llanforth--was adoring her with
his eyes. In her hands she held bunch
IT red roses The yagabond sat in the
shadow of the trees, and the cloud of
dust hid him from all but The eyes OF
the one who knew. But when the coach
had passed red rose lay on the grass
+, by the roadside. AS he picked 1t Up his
| voice rang out triumphantly. reaching
her family amid the noise Of beating
hoofs. rafting wheels and gay chatter:
SCATTER the dust on the Kings highway,
But room for the beggar-room, | say"
Far bel;ind Danforth was following
the coach on horseback. AS he caught
sight of the figure, the head thrown
back and the poise expressing the
strength that comes from the butfetng
Of storms and the beating OF winds, as
he heard the defiant notes of The ring
ING voice his face hardened, and he
refined up before the group of two. The
of his tail Evidently he and Danfogth
were friends, If moi very enthusiastic
ones. a.
The eyes Of the two men met and
struck FIRE II was The battle OF Greek
and barbarian Each was conscious of
a rivalry-a rivalry grudgingy admit
ted l9y Danf0rth and scarcely hoped for
by the yagabond
He is masterfu and il is masterful-
ness that wins" was the thought that
struck Danforth With the force of a
blow.
File is Of her class" monrncd the
heart Of the vagabond as he took i'll the
perfection of the other from riding
boots to hat
when can take the dog home?"
said Danforth. His tone was more in
solcnt than he knew.
Into the vagabond's soul there sureed
hot resentment, but it was succeeded
by confidence. How dared he doubt
with that red rose next to his heart?
"Now-if he viii go with you" lie
said it carelessly, as matter Of small
Importance, but within him the blood
was throbbing. Would the dog decide
for them:
Danforth ficked his whip against his
boot impatiently. 60. OF course he
viii 60 am very fond OF him. He
was a puppy when Catherine and l
were youngsters"
Catherine and T.! How easily he
said il,
Come, Barry called Danforth and
mounted his horse
AT the call the dog bounded forward.
He followed for little distance up the
road, then stopped and looked back at
the vagabond Then he stood for a mo-
ment irresolute, in front of him the
man of cool consideration, behind him
the man in whose arms he had slept
for many weary nights. He wheeled
and made straight for the vagabond
and, reaching him, leaped upon him
with joyful barks
Far up the road Danforth was wits
Ting for him, but Barry sank down at
Tie vagabond's feet and, painting. gave
10 evidence Of attention except by the
twitching of,a half cooked ear.
Danfiirth rode on. ana The vagah1nd
sat down ana hug.ei the dog.
Barry had decided IT, He would take
her away-if she wodld go But he
knew she would 90. Hidden somewhere
in her was the wild nature that re
sponded TO the restleSsness in him. and
the woods called TO her. and she would
not close her ears. And the man who
called her Catherine so easily! AZ his
wife she would have society family,
friends She would live the life that her
grandmother lived and that her grand
daughters would copy Al her side
would he this man, making a name for
himself In the worlds name for her
His eyes looked out over the fields
and toward the blue line Of the m0uu
tains the rugged MOUNTAINS lie
thought Of her-of her white hands, of
her pcrfumed hair. Of tue daintIuess OF
Ecr tastes
And he would take her where the
hands would grow brown and the hair
rough. lie would talsc her into the dust
and the mud OF the road. and when she
was old He pushed the dog from him.
and his heart stopped. For himself he
was content ia think of death IS the
brutcs die. in some leafv hollow Of The
woods. with the birds TO sing re-
quiem. but for her-horrible.
His forehead was knit into a frown.
"Oh. grandmother. grandmother. what
big eyes You have" somebody chanted.
He turned his eyes 20 The gypsy-like
vision. The red coat was open 4 rough
yellow straw hat was on her head. and
is wreath OF poppies struggled down
over her hair. She had been running,
and long curl fell on her shoulder
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