Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-04-22

euersy may n0lp tue average, Wltn a laugh. Its Labor day, you know"
 Labor day. queried the girl. What is that?'
 One of our American holidays" he explained. That's why l am here to- i day.
 "Oh," said Aline with sudden com prehension. So Labor day was appal entity the equivalent of those fctes of the olden times when for once all class es mingled in friendly simplicity. What a splendid idea. But no wonder she had not understood at first. 1t was growing dusk. Across the lawn the gardeners children were set ting Off rockets left over from the last Fourth of July. The guests were nov ing about the grounds Some had gone to the rocks, others watched the gilt tcring trail of the fireworks. Mile de Saint Cyr had crossed to where her aunt stood chatting with the host ess in the twilight of the pines Sud denly came ss-swish, flash, as one Of the rockets, too powerful for the lit tie hand which held it, exploded unex- pectedly in the direction of the trees There was a warning shout, cry and Mile. de Saint Cyr felt herself caught and pulled forcibly away, while eager ringers crushed out spark in the frag- lie faces of her gown. It was all over III second, before any one else he'd time to realize that anything had hap pened, and Mile. de Saint Cyr stood rembling, half with fright at what she had escaped, half with anger at the in- dignity to which she had been subject ed. For she-she, Aline de Saint Cyr- had been, for no matter how brief a space, ill mans arms.
 Are you hurt?' he asked anxiouslv. and Aline knew it to be the dark young waiter.
 But she could hardly speak. She was startled: she was angry, yet some now not so angry as she felt she should De. She was shaking all over, but she tried to control herself, to utter a word of thanks. Her purse was at home; she had nothing to offer the man for having saved her life She felt mor- tif1ed. Perhaps if he could come to her aunt's-
 Monsieur, she essayed timidly-she could not bring herself to call him gar con-"l-I regret l have nothing to re- ward you with except my gratitude, but later at my aunt's house.
 May come and see you then?" he broke in eagerly. II didn't know whether you would want me to- But l am often here at my sster's''-
 ''Why-why, my aunt stammered Aline. She was conscious of horri. ble sense of embarrassment. Surely her aunt would not approve. Oh, what could she say? This was dreadful.
 Bob" called voice from the shad- ows. The young man started
 'Bother,a he growled. Haven't I done enough for Lucie today? l sup. pose she wants me to wash up."
 'Iuce." repeated Aline
 My sister Mrs. Redvers" inpatient ly. "She said it would be so much nicer and less formal If we boys did the cooking and serving. So she let all her people off for the day. But draw the line at washing dishes"
 For one terrible moment everything waverea before Aline, her brain whirl- ed. Then she faced him breathlessly
 "Wlat-whit did you say your pro- fession was:" she demanded tensely.
 Why. the law" surprised
 But still breathless, you spoke of waiting'-
 For cases. of course" more and more surprised. "Oh, by love-" as 6 sudden thought flashed into his own mind. 'I say. you didn't think But Aline, her eyes very bright, set her chin hard
 "No,' she said determinedly. II didn't think. Wouldn't wouldn't you like to come and meet auntie?'