Arizona republican., 1907-01-13

Ing you and the chlldren! The grateful glance which he receiv- ed more than rewarded Mir. Pembroke for the torture which he had endured.
 We are quite in your hands, Mir. Pembroke. It would be an awful task now to try to go on to Boston. and the children would be utterly exhausted "Very well: then We will consider it a bargain. I can telegraph at once" ! The porter appearing. the party was promptly transferred to the Pullman, where their entry produced a distinct sensation. Mir. Pembroke himself carry ! ing the drowsy infant. ITO look at him no one would ever
 guess how Pemmy dominates child ren!" observed MT. Strong as his friend
 strode precariously down the aisle. "Pepa-wan' to do seepy-" murmur-
 ed the baby.
 The party ensconsed in the state
 room, Mir. Pembroke approached Mir Strong with an air of aggressive de- termination.
 Look here" he remarked. q want another berth. One of you chaps is in
 in the smoking-room all the ti:ne.'
 You're welcome to mine. Pemmy. if
 you'n introduce me" remarked Mir.
 Strong
 "Or mine-or mine" came from two of the others, same condition, Penn
 broke"
 Mrs. Lawton is a widow and wishes
 to travel quietly" began MT. Penn
 broke. stifly. "of course if"
 Mrs. Lawton." exclaimed one of the
 men. Why l thought her face was very familiar. I've met her"
 "Go way back in the smoker and
 have a seat. Pemmy," remarked Strong. You arc relieved of all re-
 sponsibility."
 From a fran birch-bark canoe in the
 middle of an Adirondack lake man
 and a woman were observing a soul inspiring sunset. The western end of the placid stretch of opalescent water was already shrouded in the shadows
 of the breeding hemlocks; near the opposite shore, where their buoyant shallop hung breathless on the thin brim of the lake. the last golden rays lowered loving on birch and beech, shimmering lily-pads and the wistful Upturned face of the woman. Soul stealing perfumes of moss and fern waited outward with the first drOwsy breathings of the quieting forest. and a callow moon crept timidly up above the treetops to look shyly at it's silver image in the lake
 A vicious trout broke the peace upon
 the waters by a savage leap at dar- ing fly. The thin splash re-echoed.
 magnified appallingly. and the spirit of the calm was broken. MT Pembroke dipped his flashing
 blade and with a strong stroke sent the canoe gliding through the lily
 pads.
 'Where are you going" murmured
 the lady. resentful of the stir.
 "There is a little bluff in here from
 the top of which we can see the noun
 tains to the westward. They are worth watching on an evening like this" The canoe grated against the sudden
 pitch of the beach, and taking her hand he steadied her as she stepped ashore; still holding it, he led the way up the sho.t, winding path, breaking back the opposing twigs. on the moss grown summit they seated themselves on a postrate hem lock.
 See" she cried in surprise. 'Tt is growing brighter',' It was the after glow.
 Tt has been growing brighter ever since you came" he replied in a strange voice. She stole a quick look
 at his face and her own glowed back at the sunset. Then she looked down at the lake and the color faded.
 Must it grow dark again?'' he ask
 ed slowly. Something in his voice hurt her like the cry of a child. A faint chorus of children's voices laughter, and the gleeful yelp.ng of a dog, quavered across to them in sil- very. echOing overtones. MT. Pembroke looked far beyond the lake to where the distant mountains
 were slowly turning from green tO blue and from blue to deepest purple
 "I have loved children all of my life he said slowly: but I have only recently become aware of the fact. naturally the emotion has gathered force from long suppression. I was fool enough to think that l knew myself through and through. hence. when con- frOnted with my utter ignorance. I am
 all at sea. Of fame I have all that I want. the same of money. yet it seems as if I always knew how little l valued these things. I love your children-almost as much as I love their mother, but in a different way, of course"
 Something soft and warm found it's
 way into Mir. Pcmbroke's hand. resting idly upon the moss; something very small. but infinitely greater than the
 sunset. the lake and all the breathing world around. There was another si- fence. but of dffercnt soTt broken finally by a happy little laugh, the mel low notes of which found fitting bass accompaniment in the soothing meIO- dies of nature round about You will spoil the children utterly"
 she murmured at length. 'I shall certainly try" responded MT. Pembroke cheerfully. THE TROPICAL RFAU1IFS