Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-06-09
The Mood
 Of a Maid. By CECILY ALLEN.
Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
 Literary Press.

 ming the road in both directions and touched the chauffeur's arm. The great crimson car came to a panting, deliberate standstill.
 The girl did not wait for the chauf- feur to help her, but sprang lightly to the road and vanished into the wood land on the right. The chauffeur turn ed the car as if his thoughts were con centrated on the necessity of making the smallest possible turn in time of safety, in order to be prepared in time of emergency. And then the great crim- son car shot back in the direction from whence it had come.
 Safely screened by the underbrush, the girl found clearing in the wood- land and sat down on moss grown log. Deity she unwound the swath- ings of chiffon from her hat, barring face delicate and sensitive as the anemones opening at her feet.
 She drew off her gloves and felt of the velvety moss on the old log, then stopped to gather flowers. Finally with the blossoms forgotten in her lap, she leaned forward. her elbows on her knees, her chin propped in the palms of her hands, watching the woodland life around her.
 Chipmunks and squirrels scampered along the edge of the clearing. Where the sun shone upon tangle of fern and jack in the pulpit two robins perched pertly on dry twigs and dis cussed the troubles of May moving day. From the shadows of the wood beyond came the persistent hammering of a woodpecker
 Beyond the screen of underbrush au- tomobiles and smart turnouts spun on toward the race track, where the world of fashion was foregathering. An hour passed, and then at the distant wall of peculiar siren whistle the girl sprang to her feet, dropped her lapful of flow CTS and ran to the roadside.
 Bearing down upon her was crim- son car, twin of the one which had dropped her so unceremoniously an hour earlier.
 But the resemblance stopped with the car. The chauffeur in the first car had worn splck span uniform in tan color from the tips of his highly polish ad boofc fo tho ora,x-p nf hic haox,y rod cap. The man in this car wore a dis reputable looking storm coat of Eng fish cloth, a shabby visor cap and pair of goggles which had certainly seen more prosperous days.
 He was scorching along at fine pace. But the girl calmly stepped to the edge of the road and waved a de. taining hand-a bare hand at that. The machine slowed down, and the man made preparations to descend, as became one hailed by maiden in dis tress. But again the girl raised de taning hand.
 My car met with an accident. l thought -haps-I am very anxious to reach DallC.. this afternoon. Perhaps you were'going that way. Would you give me :. llftT
 She looked up eagerly into his star tied face. Then the man coughed dis creetly, swallowed a smile and sprang from the machine.
 q was-or thought was-going to the races, but I am sure it will be much more pleasant at-er-was it Dal- ton you said?"
 The mans accent was English. The in his eyes was the sort that knows no nationality. The girl flushed beneath 1t and sprang into the car before the astonished man could assist her.
 For few minutes the car ran on in silence. Then the girl spoke abruptly.
 Let us take this crossroad Then a mile farther we will strike the old Dalton turnpike. There we will not 
 q understand" he interrupted grave ly. And the great car swerved into the crossroad, running through a stretch of woodland.
 Again the girl seemed plunged in thought. But at last the man remark ed bit lamely:
 Perfect day, isn't it?'
 The girl looked up at him shyly. Her eyes were soft and luminous.
 ''oh, 1 have had the most beautiful hour there in the woods. I've never 'een anything half so wonderful as hose little creatures doing just as they pleased. Just as soon as the binds l fred of .one tree or bush or fern they lew of to another They did not mind ne nor each other. Just think of being Ike that all your life!' The man looked at her curiously. as f she were a new specimen of the ] senus feminine and entirely worthy of | leep study.
 Tt is all SO different from what I've 'een used to. wake up knowing that darie win be right there with my hocoIate. And then will come cards md mall and flowers and Aunt Mar nret. Of course Aunt Margaret is lear. but ten years Of doing things fight under Aunt Margarets eyes are cry tiresome. Don't you think soY' T am quite sure it must be a terrible ore" replied the man gravely.
 And then seeing the same people verywhere you go and being quite ure that you will see no one that Iunt Margaret has not seen frst." The man bit his lip at this naive con pssion.
 'Do ron know said the girl waxing ae fho r.v fave.f atnny ,w.,.