Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-02-04


| But he had not far to follow. Tho
chase led him to a half hollow log
which lay on low grass grown levee
above the stream where the dogs In
terest in the .pursuit became vivid;
temporarily, however, for after few
minutes Of agitated investigation he
was seized with Indifference to the
whole world, painted briefly, slept. Joe
sat upon the log, which was in the
shade, and smoked.
For the first time It struck Joe that
It was beautiful day, and it came to
him that beautiful day was thing
which nothing except death, sickness or
Imprisonment could take from him, not
even the ban of Canaan. Unforewarn-
ed music sounded in his ears again,
but he did not shrink from 1t now.
This was not the circus band he had
heard as he left the square, but a mel
ody like faraway serenade at night,
as of 1.-THE horns Of elf land family
blowing" and he closed his eyes with
the sweetness Of 1t.
go ahead" he whispered. "Do that
all you want to. II you'll keep 1t up
like this awhile, I'll follow with Little
Brown jug. How Love Thee! IT
seems to pay after all!'
The welcome strains, however, were
but the prelude to a harsher sound
which interrupted and annihilated
them-the courthouse bell Changing out
r. Cali right" said Joe. "It's noon,
and I'm across Main street bridge"
He opened his eyes and looked about
him whimsically. Then he shook his
head again &
A lady had Just emerged from the
bridge and was coming toward him.
It would be hard to get at Joe's firSt
impressions Of her. We can find con-
veyance for only the broadcast and
heaviest. Ancient and modern instances
multiply the case Of the sleeper who
dreams out long story In accurate
color and fine detail, tale Of years. in
the opening and shutting Of q door. 50
with Joseph in the brief space Of the;
lady's approach. And with him, e
with the sleeper, it must have been
In fact it was in his recollections later
blur Of emotion.
he had little knowledge Of the mil
linery arts, and The needed none to sec
the harmony-harmony like that Of the
day he had discovered a little while
ago. Her dress and hat and gloves and
parasol showed pale lavender over
tint like that which he had seen over
spreading the western slope. After-
ward he discovered that the gloves she
wore that day were gray and that her
hat was for the most part white.) The
charm OF fabric and tint belonging TO
what she wore was no shame to her.
not being Of primal Importance beyond
herself. It was but the expression Of
her daintiness and the adjunct Of IT,
She was tall, but II Joe could have
spoken or thought Of her % aslendeE
he would have been capable OF calling
her lips cred, !" IN which case he would
not have been Joe and would have
been az far from the truth - her 4pe
were from red or as her supreme del1s
| cateness was from mere slendefness
She was to pass him 90 he Thought
and as she drew nearer his breatn
came faster.
.Remember! Across Main street
bridge at noon!
was this the fay Of whom the voice
had warned him7 With that, there be
fell him the mystery Of last night. He
did not remember, but 1t was as II ne
lived again dimly the highest hour or
happiness In a life thousand years
ago: perfume and music, roses. night
ingales and plucked harpstrings. Yes,
something wonderful was happening
to him.
She had stopped directly In front o.
him-stopped and stood looking ct him
with her clear eyes. He did not lift
his own to hers. He had long expert
ence Of the averted gaze Of women, but
it was not only that. A great tshyness
beset him. He had risen and removed
i his hat, trying Cne6ectually) not TO
clear his. throat, his every day sense
urging upon him that she was 9 stran-
ger in Canaan who had lost her way
the preposterousness Of any one losing
the way in Canaan not Just now APP
pealing to his every day sense.
'Can Lean r. he stammered.
blushing miserably. meaning to finish
with direct you." or SHOW ~ the
way"
Then he looked at her again and saw
what seemed to him the strapgest sight
Of his life. The lady's eyes had filed
with tears-flled and overfllled.
'TIl sit here on the log with you"
she said. And her voice was the voice
which he had heard saying: "Remem-
Der! Across Main street bridge ct
noonw
"Whaty' he gasped
"You don't need to dust it!' she went
ON TREMENDOUSLY. And even then he did
not know who she was.
(To be Continued.)