The Red Cloud chief., 1906-03-23
Continued

10 Ntl1u upon la,ij burning rDDI'- 4
whence all but him had ilcl,' Her
laughter rang ont. imtcrrupting him.
MY room was Oh the fourth floor at
st Mary's. and | didn't mind climbing
three flights this evening" ,
trailey's good nature was always per-
feet. you mock me, and you mock
mC!' he cried, and made her laughter
but part Of a gay duet. II know I
have one too fast, have said things l
should have waited to say, but, all,
remember the small chance | have
against the others who can see you
when they like. Don't flout me be-
cause | try to make the most of u rare,
stolen moment with you"
DO" she exclaimed, grave upon the
instant. DO make the most of 1t! I
have nothing but lncXperience. Make
the most by treating me seriously.
won't you? l know you can, and l.
II She faltered to a full stop. She was
earnest and quiet, and there had been
something in her tone, too, as very Of
ten there was, that showed how young
she was. oh" she began again, turn
ing TO him impulsivcly, Il have thought
about you since that evening in the gar
den, md | have wished l could know
you. | can't be quite clear how it hap
pencd, but even those few minutes left
a number Of strong impressions about
you. And the strongest vas that you
were one with whom l could talk of a
great many things, if you would only
be real with me. l believe, though I'm
not sure why I do, that it is very diff
ficult for you to be real. Perhaps be-
cause you are 80 different at different
times that you aren't sure yourself
which the real you is. But the person
that you are beginning to be for my
benefit must be the most trifing Of all
. your selves, lighter and easier to put on
thar the little mask you carried the
other night. If there were nothing bet
ter underneath the mask, I might play
too"
did you learn this at the convent"
gasped Crailey.
There was a world there In minia-
turc," she answered, speaking very
quickly. II think all people are made
of the same materials, only In such diff
ferent proportions. I think a little
world might hold as much as the lar
gest, IL you thought 1t all out hard
enough. and your experience might be
just as broad and deep In a small cor
ner of the earth as anywhere else, but
1 don't know! l want to understand
I want to understand everything! l
read books, and there are people, but
no one who tells me what I want-I'-
Stop" He lifted his hand. A singu-
lar exaltation rose in him, together
with the reckless impulse to speak
from the mood her vehement confidence
had inspired. He gave way to It.
IL know, I know he said huskily.
IL understand all you mean, all you
feel. all you wish. 1t Is all echoing
here and here and here!' He touched
his breast, his eyes and his forehead
with the fingers of his long and slender
hand. I'VE sigh md strain our eyes
and stretch out our arms in the dark,
cropping always for the strange bless
ing that Is just beyond our grasp, seek
Ing for the precious unknown that lies
lust over the horizon! It's what they
meant by the pot Of gold where the
rainbow cnds-only, 1t may be there.
after alI!'
They stopped unconsciously and re-
NAMED standing at the lower end Of
the Carewe hedge. The western glow
had faded, and she was gazing at him
through the darkness, leaning forward,
never dreaming that her tight grasp
had broken the sticks of the little pink
fan.
YES" she whispered eagerly. "You
are right; you UNDERESTIMATE
He went on, the words coming faster
and faster: I'VE are haunted, you and
!, by the wish to know all things, and
by the question that lies under every
thought we have, the agonizlng With
er? Isn't IL like that? 1t is really
death that makes us think"
She shivered slightly, but her stead
fast eyes did not shift from him He
threw back his head, and his face, up
lifted to the jcweled sky of the moon
less night, was beatific in its peaceful
ness as he continued in an altered tone,
gentle and low:
81 think all questions are answered
there. The stars tell it all. When you
look at them you know. Do you see
the consultations swinging above us,
such unimaginable businesses, not row
ing or crashing through the illimitable
at haphazard, but moving in more ex
co,lent measure and to a finer rhythm
ahan the most delicate clockwork man
ever made? All, when you wonder look