The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-11-12

yorr lunch. saw you weren't in tae
manual labor class. VIII you come In
or sit here"
"If you don't mind, I'll eat under
that apple tree. It's shady there, and
the air is fine. | can't get enough OF
IT.
"An right" She disappeared, and
Carl betook himself to the nearby tree.
Bless my SOUL" he thought, stretch
ing comfortably. Il need air. My little
hostess in calico beats the whole bunch
of friIls and gossip-so sensible, SO IN
nocent and as sweet as dew kissed
rosebud. Thinks I'm gentleman, eh?
Well, I'm glad l washed my face and
hands at that brook. I'll try to see
more of her.
Into the kitchen Hilda Brentwood
hurried.
Father is working just behind the
barn, and I'm not bit afraid to sit by
NV gentleman while he eats" she re-
lected. Perhaps he will like company,
and if he has travelled I'd like to hear
about things and places | have SO long
ed to see and visit. | don't care. I'll
ask questions and learn. What harm
can it do? 1 know he's gentleman,
poor fellow. There! l guess this tray
will keep him busy"
Going out to Forrest she made pic
ture. The man closed his eyes for a
moment. It would deepen the impress
sion. A thrill stirred his pulses when
she seated herself, her eyes bright
with quiet excitement and anticipa-
ton.
Yes, Carl could talk and eat at the
same time Oh yes, Rome, Paris, Lon
don, the YelIowstone-he was familiar
with them. Was Miss-eh-ah-Brent-
wood-thanks- His name
was Forrest Well, now at Naples two
years ago
The girl sat entranced. clasp1ng her
hands, drinking in every word as he
talked The man lost himself in the
telling, almost forgetting to eat. This
was worth while. When had he en-
joyed such listener?
Once absently he touched her fingers.
It was like an electric shock to both.
They started; glance shot between
them: the blood ran in their cheeks; the
man coughed Pardon me" and for a
moment could Eot go on.
Finally he rose. Hilda's eyes held
him They were dreamy and sweet.
Her lips parted like a childs.
MY" she uttered, Il should love to
be companion
Carl steadied his voice, laughing
slightly.
You have done he a world OF good,
he said II thank you for everything.
Money l can't offer 1t would seem
an insult. But l have some trifies
picked up abroad. These walks do me
good l want to give you some remem-
brance. May 1 come again: l should
like to meet your father"
''He Is back of the barn." said Hilda
''Oh, do come again. l want to hear
more She held out her hand. Carl
pressed it hastily and started for the
barn.
What he said to Jonathan Brentwood
will never be known TO others, but
twice a week for a month Forrest
tramped over to the farm In his un-
slightly clothes. and the old man made
no objection
One evening the moonlight sparkled
through the branches OF the apple tree.
1t twinkle1 81 two heads The fair,
wavy hair Of one lay upon d mans
breast. and the mans lips rested upon
the soft locks. He was whispering a
story Of love and old clothes and beau
tiful faroff lands soon to be enjoyed
with dear companion who had
brought to him peace and new out
look upon life.
But the girl who had loved him ON
that first day only nestled closer with
out reply She was too happy to think
connectedly. OF course it would be
very delightful to have money and to
travel. but to her at the moment the
strong heart beating beneath the an
tiquated coat throbbed a song in her
ear which satisfied her dreams. All
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