The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1907-08-17
Where Two
" Paths Met.
By INA WRIGHT HANSON.
Copyrighted. 1907, by Mary MeROoa.
By ma WRIGHT HANSON.

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and then insist that it was my duty 10
help entertain her. l would do moth
Ing Of the sort, was thinking, when .
turn in the white blossomed pathway
brought her to my view.
She was slender and had q great
mass of brOwnish yellow hair, pinned
up with gold pins, one Of which glow
ed sardonically at me with It's topaz
eye. While was wondering why she
didn't comb her hair smoothly abe
turned, and her eyes, of a wonderful
vivid blue, seemed to look down into
my very soul.
stand perfectly still, Mr.. Angove,
and shut your eyes. Is there anything
10 sweet in this wide world as a birch
path in sp.lngtime? Don't open them,
Mr. Angove. want you to get the
fragrance uninterrupted by any other
sense"
Why ! should have stood there with
my foolish eyes shut tight don't
know, but l did until she gave me
permission to look at the white feath.
cry sprays and at her. Then quite so
ciably we strolled the rest Of the way
together. | began to feel interested In
knowing what she would say when we
came to the end of the path and she
saw
why, | don't know your name" l
said abruptly.
AT first you are going to address
me as Miss BritIand," she replied
promptly. "Afterward you will say
Frances, and at the end you will call
me, Caprice"
why in the world should call you
CapriceT l asked.
Il don't know" she said. Don't you
ever say things just as II somebody
inside Of you were saying them with
your own tonguer
Ny reply to this amazing question
was hindered by the ending Of the
birch bushes. We stood facing a little
pagoda Of white marble. l looked at
the girl Her hands were tensely
clasped; her red lips were quivering.
1
OF love and suddenly coming to the
very temple of love itselfr' she ex.
claimed.
/ frowned Why should my sister
! prattle to strangers of our ancestors
conceptlons2 She seemed to divine my
thoughts.
why do you look at me like that
What Is TT What does 1t meant"
l showed her the inscription on the
worn threshold-'Temple of Love-
and with a sudden swift grace she
knelt above the lettering. Then she
sprang up. Come, Mr.. Angove," she
cried gayly; II will run you a racer
So back along the birch lined path
we ran like two children, and only my
sisters amused smile at the end Of the
race reminded me Of my forgotten dig
nifty. spent the rest OF the day
among my books and alone
Next morning Miss Britland and l
selected a walk opposite the birch path.
This was a straight path through an
avenue Of stately pines. Yesterday the
girl had been fanciful or merry; this
day she was neither, She walked Sc
dRtely by me. talking quite learnedly
Of the future of radium. began to see
why l might some time call her Ca.
price.
''Thls is the path of the pines" !
said when we had exhausted radium.
1--WE should have taken this one flrst
for It leads straight and true as the
compass needle 10 the temple, while
the birch path meanders foollshly this
way and that and makes one many TN.
necessary steps to reach the same
place"
"one welcomes unnecessary steps
when one walks with the spirit Of the
woods" she answered. Anyway, YOU
should not have told me that this path
leads to the same place. It would
have been nicer for me to discover II
J for myself"
80 It would" answered humbly
"How shall atoner
by telling me Of yourself" shs no
piled.
There isn't much to tell" said
feeling pleased at her interest. We sal
In the pagoda, and for me at least Il
was the temple Of love. Let he who
VIII pirate Of long growing affection
To me love came as the sun rises sud
denly over the mountain.
told her OF my life as a boy In col
lege, as q man In the business worlJ
tai this estate came to me. neglected
and long uninhablted.
Another day l told her about tn,
temple, how my ancestor had laid ou
these paths to typify his love for hi
fair young wife and her love for him.
, one path, quick and true as the com
pass needle, tho other sweet In Its shJ
dsnections, but ending Just as surOl,
at the temple.
what was the young wife's name 2
she asked.
= don't know. His diary Is full o
her beauty and sweetness and accom-
plishmsnts. but II never mentions he
nAma He had his own names for he
, Sunbeam. Starlight. Heartssase. Low,
like that ahoula not dfa Vvhaa Kh,