The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-06-02

deep, silent and darkening last IN
the twilight. The air was full OF
golden scent, those subtle frasrances
which come after the ploughins burdened
the atmosphere. mingled with tho scent
pf early rosebuds THAT pcered timidly from
their green nests on the bushes about the
house.
Glare Dale rested her check against a
cool white painted piazza post, her eyes
wandering. travelling airilessly over space
OF earth and sho sighed. Then. as a
droning whisper at first that grew to
sounds like those of bees wings. II long
line OF glittcrs flashed across tho horizon
far away to :he westward. 1t was the
T'ranscontlnental Express. eastward bound.
She watchedi 1, out OF sight, listened to the
droning whisper fading into silence.
Fired, dear Fred" she whispered sit
ting down on the steps n tiny night air
moving her hair slightly. Thoughts men,
cries and waking dreams passed slowly.
She remembered ii all-when he first
came from the East; when sho first ea"
him, that night her fathcr-old man
Carew--had taken him on as helper In
1eaping time; how he had seemed to her
then; how kind and tactful always, as her
fathers employee, he had been. And. In
rident by Incident, she followed up the
six years OF days and weeks and months
that lay between tho beginning and now,
taking the pleasure that only woman
can from little things that have gone into
The vLstas OF a past Men arc men; they
have everything in life, and they forget in
the mad rush. But woman remembers
always "And I'm so far beneath him. :"
She whispered again.
Frederick Dale, from the East. as he
mad at first described himself 10 old man
Carew. was one of those rare characters
among men who live apparently to help
others and yet do nothing material for
fellow creatures. He could not when he
came West. for he was bitterly poor
Kind words little acts of thoughtfulness.
nursing reaper that had cut himself
badly, doing double work for a driver 10
save the mans pay. these and many
other things F,rederick Dale did; and in
their doing he avoided thanks. seeming
to take his reward from the fact that he
had done them. Small wonder that he
was loved by every one. Small wonder
that after four years Carew sold him at
easy payment an excellent wheat farm
and fitted him out with reapers, horses
and seed for the first sowing At the end
of that year ne had asked Clare to marry
him. She had known for long time that
he loved her, and she knew her own feel
.ngs only too we'll during those years OF
silence between them.
Sitting there IN the soft chill OF the
gloom she could hear his words, as though
they had been spoken but yesterday
.'Clare, dear. l have not been able TO ask
before, nor was It just that ] should. but
think"-there ne had put mis- hand
quietly on hers-"that We have understood
each other for a long time That was
all. but those words had meant so much
to her, were so full OF meaning to hef
now, that the very tones OF his voice rang
in her brain. That was year ago. Iheh
the boy came, and she saw again the de-
light in his eyes and the passionate ten
ceEHeSS WIN IiJ .bhN ','N
bit of humanity in his arms.
But in her we'll of happiness there was
one drop that tainted her waters OF men
tai peace She was just old man care"
girl, while he--ah. he was clever. educated,
everything. Once, and once only. she had
b.en at the station across the prairie with
him on their ponies, when the express
came In She had seen him talking with
unen that got out of a beautiful car. the
last one on the train. He had asked her
no come. but she was frightened ana
slipped away in tho crowd He seemeh
hurt afterward. but never reproached het.
She remembered telling him that she was
afraid. Since then he had been even more
kind and devoted. Often she saddled fa"n
In the evening when he was on the fields
uhe grand little marc he had given her
on her last birthday-and loped over the
burrows to where two rigid lines or steer
came as ono out of the West and disap-
reared as ono in the East. There she would
wait until the express roared by. the
ground shaking beneath her. She thought
IN this way To get glimpses of Ibis peo-
nle.' Twenty years old. born and bred on
xhe nrair!e, she was young and crude In
everything hut her love for him. She felt
that she was crude. she knew that she
was ignorant. and 1t saddened her to real
tzs that she could not appreciate the
things he did, the way he talked, the books
1,e Rad. Only a girl of Natures own. wltf
nothing but her love and her life.
He had talked to her I'm the long winter
evenings whom the snow struck WtciouslS
orainst the windows and the wind tuggec
Mt the house, told her OF strange ianu'
across tho ocean where he had been. he
read to her from books that he called
Shakespeare and George Eliot and DICK
ems. She enjoyed them so; and he tired 10
explain the characters to her, but she
could not understand.
Sometimes when he was away she
peeped into these books and read alons
slowly; the effort lost tho effect for he'
and she closed them sadly.
,Thnt rho nya,, haa,rtiful she knew, be