Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1906-09-19

tutoring, and quite a friendship had
sprung up between them. Subsequent
" they had lost track of each other
But the satisfaction of the younger
man In meeting the older one again
was genuine.
Poor old professori How thin and
worn and aged he's beco2le!' thought
Matlock as be drove the professor
home to his modest little cottage.
Out In the cottages side yard by the
hollyhocks a girl was picking a great
bunch of sweet peas for the lunch
table. When she heard the smart III
tie trap stop at the gate she looked
quickly up from the ~blossoming vines
and wondered Who was the distln
a1ishea looking STRANGER? And whera
had he picked up dear daddy?
\ few days later Matlock drove up to
the cottage again. 1t was only decent,
he told himself, that he should show
the professor some attention and take
him driving now and thea. Perhaps
some day also he would take the pro-
fessor's daughter. He liked her. He
liked the natural, %unabashed way In
which she had acknowledged her ia
TIERS presentation of him, with her
sleeves rolled up and her arms full of
sweet peas; he liked the width between
her eyes, the breadth of her brow, he
lines of her mouth. She was less pref
ty than many young girls, but there
was about her a freshness, a sweet
ness, that pleased him, and he had no
ticed hat her figure IN her simple lit
tie gown was well nodded and slim.
One evening toward twilight, when
out In the open lawn bats were whirl-
Ing aimlessly and tirelessly, Matlock
dropped In upon the professor to make
him q little call. He had fetched him
his afternoon mail as preteXt. While
they were sitting out on the porch from
the shadowy little parlor came the
first chords Of B~eetboven's beautiful
Moonlight Sonata"
That's Cynthia" said Professor
Thornton in answer TO his guests start
of surprise. shes never too tired, no
matter how hard or long the day has
been, to play that sonata for me In the
evening. | love 1t above all other writ
ten music, and she never forgets."
Then while the tree toads droned
their harmonies be told Matlock a lit
tie about his daughteP-hoW four years
ago be had suffered a paraiytic stroke
and she had been obliged TO leave
school In her graduating year and
purse him night and day with untlring
sweetness; bow, when their slender IN
1900 ,,,a, ~ IAo t1cto1 a uaop hDrk che
had be~un to make use of her musical
skill and give lessons on the piano.
And when the professor told of Gym
thia's trtweekly trips to Adams, the
nearest town, his silvered head went
down on his coat sleeve, and In the
cleaning behind the honeysuckles the
two men were silent.
Presently they smoked their usual ci-
CARS and INDUCED In their usual con.
~versation newspaper topics chopped
fine by individual opinion, a good deal
of politics, a little Of art and science.
Last of all, Cynthia came out.
"Delighted" she said, going pretttlJ
np to Matlock with outstretched hands
while you two have been gossiping
j We DeSl rSlfSLlUcIl Ing yOOi WCoh41CoE
for tea and have drawn you a cup.
VIII you come IN, or shall we have 1t
out here?"
They went In. Near the little fern
screened fireplace was a tea table,
dainty IN It's array of polished silver
and thin china. The hanging lamp
shed the rich, soft glow of olive oil,
and there was an air Of intimate home
likeness about everything. Matlock
had been a stranger to that sort Of
thing for so long that It sent q kind of
thrill shivertng through him. After all,
to have a coy tea table and a slim
white hand to inclose in Yours-Cvn-