Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-09-26

erimer'- growing tail and dartipS q
proud glance at him.
Good heaven, do not believe that!"
he cried.
What am to believer" tapping
the ground with her boot SO that the
spur jingled.
A pause.
Mr.. Warburton, do you know what
a woman loves in a man! will tell
You the secret. She loves courage.
constancy, and honor, purpose that
surmounts obstacles; she loves Dur.
suit; she loves the hour OF surrender.
Every woman builds a castle Of ro-
nance and waits for Prince Charming
10 enter. and once he does, there must
De a game OF hide and seek. Perhaps
l have built my castle of romance. too.
L wait for Prince Charming. and-A
man comes, dressed as groom. There
has been game of hide and seek. but
somehow he has tripped. Will you not
ask me If love your"
No, no! l understand. do not
want your gratitude. You are meeting
generosity with generosity. do not
want your gratitude, "-brokenly. al
want your love, every thought of
your mind, every beat OF your heart.
Can you give me these honestly?"
She drew off glove. Her hand be,
came lost in her bosom. When she
drew 1t forth she extended It, palm up
ward. Upon it lay faded. withered
rose. Once more she turned her face
away.
He was at her side, and the hand and
rose were crushed between his two
hands.
Can you give what | ask? Your
love, your thoughts, your heart-beats?"
IL was her turn to remain dumb
Can your" He drew her toward
MIN perhaps roughly, being uncon-
scious of his strength and the nervous
energy which the sight of the rose had
called into being.
Can we give those things which are
-already-given?"
Only Warburton and the angels. or
rather the angels and Warburton. to
get at the chronological order of
things, heard her, so low had grown
her voice.
You may tell any kind of secret to
horse; the animal will never be-
tray you. Warburton would never tell
me what followed; and am too SEN
sible to hang around the horses in
hopes of catching them in the act of
talking over the affair among them
selves. But | can easily imagine this
bit of equine dialogue
Jane: Did you ever see such foolish
ness?
Dick: Never! And with all this
good grass about,
Whatever did follow caused the girl
to murmur: This is the lover | love:
this is the lover | have been waiting
for in my castle Of romance | am glad
that have lost all worldly things; I
am glad. glad, When did you first
learn that you loved me?"
(Old. very old; thousands of years
old, and will grow to be many thou
sand years older. But from woman's
lips 1t is the sweetest question man
ever heard)
"At the Care du Nord, in Paris; tho
first time | saw you"
"And you followed me across the
an?"-wonderingly
And when did you first learn that
you loved me?" he asked.
(Oh the trite phrases of lovers
litany)
When saw you in the police-court
Mercy; what a scandal, | am to
marry my butler,"
Jane: They are laughing,
Dick: That is better than weeping.
Besides. they will probably walk us
home. wise Annually
He was not only wise but prophetic.
The lovers did walk the borses home.
Hand in hand they came back along
the road, through the flame and flush
OF the ripening year. The god of
light burned in the far west, blending
the brown earth with his crimson radi-
ance, while the purple shadows of the
approaching dusk grew larger and
larger. The man turned.
What a beautiful world it Isl" he
said.
81 begin to find 1t So" replied the
girl, looking not at the world, but at
him.
THE ENID
Postscript:
believe they sent William back for
tho doH6Io- hov