The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-08

He watched il for a moment, quietly
refiliing his pipe, then dropped his rod
and net upon the turf, and threw him.
self on the ground beside them. From
time to time he raised his eyes from
the pa ges of Wilson on Hybrids to note
the progress of the pink spot in the
distant pasture.
Wilson was most interesting on hy-
birds. What Wilson had to say was
this: There can be no doubt that hy-
brid forms of these two splendid but
terfiies. Nymphalis Arthemis and
Nymphalis Ephestion, exist in the To-
calities frequenJed by these species In
the little village of Ten Pin Corners
Professor Wormly discovered an I'M
known hybrid, which, unfortunately,
he was unable to capture or describe. -
This was what Wilson had to say on
hybrids
This was what Garland thought: I'D
give $50 to capture one of these hy-
brids-I wonder what Celia is doing in
the pasture? 1t may not have been a
hybrid; it may only have been a va
ciety. Celia is milking the Attorney,
that's what she's doing. Still Wormly
ought TO know what he's about Celia
has finished milking; now it's the Jer-
sey's turn. 1 should like 10 see a ny
brid OF Arthemis and-hello! Celia has
finished, / fancy" Then he laid down
his book and carefully retied his neck
tie
When Celia arrived and placed her
milk pail on the porch. Garland
jumped to his feet with -hypocritical
surprise.
You are milking early" he said;
did you just come from the pasture ?"
The girl looked at her pail and nod
ded. The sunlight gilded her arms.
bare II the shoulder. and glittered in
a fierce halo around her FURNISHED
hair. She had her brothers soft blue
eyes, fringed with dark Iashes, but the
beauty of her mouth was indescriba-
bic. Garland, as usual, offered to take
the milk pail, and she, as usual, firmly
declined.
You never let me-" he said, Il
wanted to bring il up from the
pasture, but knew what you'd say"
Then you saw me in the pasture?"
she asked.
''Er-er-yes." he admitted
Il saw you, too" she said and sat
down in the red sunlight under the
pines.
Garland sat down also, and made an
idle pass at a white butterfly with his
net.
Have you caught any new butter
flies today?'' she asked, bending to tie
her shoestring.
NO, nothing new" he answered.
She Strengthened up, brushed a drop or
two of milk from the hem of her pink
skirt, passed a slim hand over her
crumpled apron. and leaned back
against the tree trunk, touching her
hair lightly with her fingers.
Last night" she said, "a great
green miller-moth came around the
lamp. / caught him for YOU
"A Luna" he said, thank you, &C.
liza"
Luna. she repeated gravely. lis he
rare?"
She had picked up a few phrases
from Garland and used them with pref
ty conscientiousness.
No" said Garland, mot very rare
but l will keep this one
Il caught some more, too" she con-
tinued. "a yellow miller"
Moth. Celia"
"Milier-moth-"
"No-a moth
"A yellow moth she continued Sc
renely, that had eyes on its wings"
'Saturnia To-" said Garland
10" repeated the girl softly, sis it
rare?"
1T is rare here. will keep it."
rubbed its arched back against the
milk pail Its name was Julia, and
Garland called it to him.
Julia has a saucer of milk on the
porch; she is only teasing" said Ce-
liza.
But Julia's voice was sustained and
piercing, and Garland rose laughing
and poured a few drops of warm fresh
milk into the half-filled saucer. Then
Julia exposed the depth of her ca
priciousness; she shifted at the milk,
walked around it twice, touched the
saucer playfuily, patted a stray leaf
with velvet paw, and then suddenly
pretending that she was in danger OF
instant humiliation from some impend-
ing calamity, pranced into the middle
of the lawn, crooked her TAIL rushed
half way up tree-trUnk, slid back
with swollen tail and ears fiattened.
Garland went back to his seat on
the turf. 'It is the way of the world"
he said gaily.
Celia picked up a pine conc and
shifted daintily at the dried apex.
Julia was not hungry; she only
wanted attention" he added
Some people are hungry for atten-
ton. too-and never get it," said &C.
liza.
Garland knew what she meant. II
was common gossip among the free
born who congregated about the saliva
stricken stove at Uncle BiIly's or sat on
misty barrels in the postoffice store.
But" said Garland you do not
want his attention-now"
NO" she said indifferentiy, ct do
not want it now-it is too late"
Then don't let's think about it, said
Garland quickly.
Think! ThinkP' she answered with
out Impotence, what else can I do?"
And you think of him ?' he asked.
mo. not of him, but of his injustice"
she said quietly.
They had talked sometimes on the
subject-he never knew Just how it
came about. Perhaps his interest in
Tip had moved her to the confidence,
II ii could be called a confidence, for
all the free-born were unbidden partic-
irants in the secret. The story was
commonplace enough. When Celia was
sixteen, four years back, she lived with
an elect uncle I'm the manufacturing
town Of Highf1eld. forty miles down the
river. One day a road company with
more repertoire than cash, stranded at
Bowles' opera house and drifted back
by highway and byway toward Bos-
ton. One member of the company,
however, did not drift back. His name
was Clarence Minister and he said he