Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-04-18
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envelope. This he handed to The Cir;
and, with a swift, unseeing movement,
he swept the ruck of his own belong
ings back into the case again. The
Girl fingered the envelope, looking
down at her feet the while.
When Che Gentleman had rebuckled
the last strap he extended his hand.
II may never see you again, DEAR"
he began.
The Gill caught up the dress on the
machine as drowning man grasps at
straw.
she said, with a rush: isn't it pretty?
Oh-h, good-by! Wish you pleasant
journey, Tn sure!" :.
The Gentleman went out, humping
the suitcase savagely against every
convenient obstacle. The Girl dropped
down beside the machine and hid her
face in her arms.
After little space the other girl
looked in at the door. "Polly!" she
called.
The Girl sat up suddenly and began
to sew again. The other girl came up
behind her and laid her hand on her
arm.
''Is it all right, Polly?' she asked.
The Girl did not answer. II don't
believe I am going to like this Dress -
she presently announced, apropos OF
nothing st. all.
The other girl looked concerned.
why, I am sure" she began.
The Girl snapped thread and tum-
bled the cloth about. Then she stood
up.
THE fri]l?" she explained. Have
you seen TIE frill?"
The other girl rummaged solicitous-
ly through the litter that numbered the
table. Before I went OUT she re-
marked, lit was lying just here
The Girl stopped and peered behind
the machine, then Strengthened herself
and shook out shimmering length OF
skirt. Nov wherever" she inquired,
ENORMOUSLY.
Suddenly she dropped the garment
in heap and turned to the other girl
pair of brown eyes that were damp
and suspiciously red.
LET the frill co." she said with I'M
necessary emphasis. II hate the old
dress; l hate dances; and, anyhow, I'm
not going tonight
The other girl touched her on the
cheek. "Ycu're dead tired, Polly" she
said, tulicially. "You 60 right up
stairs and rest"
The Girl rlodded up the stairs wear
lily. Now that The Gentleman was ir-
revocably gone, she discovered, quite
humanity, that she wanted The Gentle
man above all else in the world. From
the lower floor came the hum of the
sewing machine-the other girl was
using it now-and from the window of
her chamber she could see the orchard
and the narrow white path along
which The Gentleman had been used to
approach. Without warning, an mex
plicable desire arose to dress herself
becomingly aud 60 thither and walk
along the path.
For a while she resisted the. tempta-
ton. Out of the purple-hilled west a
breeze was blowing, bringing with it a
tang of the fields and an odor Of the
blossoming hedge-roses that grow by
the country roads. Softly, lest the
other girl should hear, she arose and
went down and slipped out.
In the diminutive orchard the apple
trees greeted her with a shower of
petals and the bees sang a monotonous
song to her as they came and went
busily. She seated herself upon a lit
tie rustic bench. How unreasonable
she had been, to be sure. OF course
business matters were imperative, and
she felt in her heart that she herself
would have thought less highly of The
Gentleman had he yielded to her child
ish within.
And yet, il he need not go until to-
morrow, why should he leave to-day?
With a woman's inconsequence she ig-
nored the fact that their quarrel had
rendered his further stay thing IN
desirable. Petulantly she dug into the
soft earth with the point of her para
SOL Beyond the garden fence a thrush
was singing; overhead humming- bird
hung on vibrant wings regarding her
curiously.
Suddenly, away across the town, she
heard the rush and the roar of a pass
ing train. He was gone, then. Her
eyes filled and all the world swan
mistily.
She had started to her room when a
footstep sounded on the gravel behind
her.
"You!" she calculated, turning.
The Gentleman bowed very stifly.
81 Inadvertently, got among my
packages I piece of your cloth-a-a
frill, I think" he stammered. Then
his eyes met hers. Why" he ex-
claimed. '"Why, sweetheart
When he had got her safely in his
arms she upturned her face to his.
"I'm SO glad" she murmured, that
you cared to-to bring the frill.'
The other girl looked out of the win
dow. AT least I'm sane she asserted
loftily.- 49,.
THERE Is NO DEATH."
He is not dead.
Whose good life's labor liveth evermore;
He is but sped
To join the noble spirits gone before.