The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-02-19
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Janet came out 81 Tie long red farm,
house and fauscd briefly at tie steps.
buttoning Der degslsli gloves The
keen bright cold Of die November
morning brought Tie blood to her
checks ANA an awakening sparkle 20
her cool gray eyes. She sastenei the
gloves With tlnal tug AMI ran down.
the path 10 wheSe i man aud two
horses stood, inst beyond the gate.
He helped her mount with no word
beyond brief Ready' ana nm ap,
proving smile, then swung hilneelf into
the saddle and followed her over the
crest Of tile hill on which the red farm
house stood.
You lead the way, he called after
her. Il am a stranger in strange
land,
"This way saiI Janet Il want you
10 see the view from BrieTson's hili.
Its about the best IN this part OF the
country, think
Better than thisY asked the man
audacIously. his eyes on her clear cut
profile.
The background is better said ia.
net coOlly.
The mountains rose blue and misty
in the distance us they rode on. Around
them The red Of the sumac blazed Wild
~, and on the sloping sides OF The
foothills through which they passed
great gashes in the red clay suggested,
strangely, open wounds.
Its n fine country" said Burke,
with conscious banality
Janet flung him a look that startled
him, 1t was so far outside her usual
cool self mastery.
ITS Gods country she said ex-
ultantly. "oh. could ride forever! See
the haze, Ike smoke, on those noun
tains aud the leaves ailrc on the hills.
There's a rabbit. See him jump across
the road. And look yenders an aster
| thought IT'S time was over. Isn't
that wind good on your face? Oh. l
love 1t all, every bit of it.'
~ see you do said Burke slowly.
well. why shouldn't II" she de-
manded. Doesn't II make you feel
your life? I've different soul up
here"
II see You baye," said the man. I'm
trying to fit that soul to the Janet /
know in town. the Janet wlro sat for
my Lady In Gray the Janet OF trail
ing chiffons and pink teas and Ibsen
matinees. Why, you've different look
In your eyes now. You're warmer, less
aloof, less certain of yourself. What
is it?9
Don't" said the girl. with pro
testing smile. 81 won't be dissected. /
asked you down to spend Thanksgiv-
ing with rne-not to cut up my soul
with your little hntchct..
And came to spend Thanksgiving
with you, = retorted Burke. mot with a
strange woman who has your eyes and
Your hair and your face-you that 1
know. How did you happen to leave
hereT' he asked. with the unembarrass-
ed frankness of intimacy.
Il don't know said Janet doubtful
ly. lit just happened. Aunt Jane took
a fancy TO me while l was. off at col
lege, and when graduated she offered
to bring me out in town. Mother new.
er objected to anything wanted. and
well. was dazzled with the idea OF
town-society. dances. men. Any girl
would be, so went TO Aunt Jane" she
finished. You have the sweet, sad
story of my life now, bar a few de.
tails"
Menu asked Burke.
Look out for that bridge; it's bad
Yes-men,' said Janet.
"of whom | am one, he finished.
She nodded inscrutably.
"Well' don't want to be one" HI