Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-27

each other. It would positively grieve me to be obliged to walt long for him."
 He smiled and thrust his hat under his arm. The sun was dropping behind the great western barricade, and chill wind crept sharply over the valley.
 He started to walk beside her as she turned away, but she paused abruptly.
 "Oh, this won't do at all! can't be seen with you, even in the shadow of my own house. must trouble you to take the side gate," and she indicated 1t by a nod of her head.
 Not if l know myself! I am not fraudulent member of the German no- billty-you have told me so yourself. Your conscience is clear. assure you mine is equally so! And I am not a person. Miss Claiborne, to sneak out by side gates, particularly when I came over the fence! It's long way around anyhow, and I have horse over there somewhere by the inn"
 My brother''-
 ''Is at Fort Myer, of course. At about this hour they are having dress parade, and he is thoroughly occupied"
 "But--there is NJ. Chauvenet. He has nothing to do but amuse himself"
 They had reached the veranda steps, and she ran to the top and turned for . moment to look at him. He still car ried his hat and crop in one hand and had dropped the other into the side pocket of his coat. He was wholly at ease, and the wind ruffied his hair and gave him boyish look that Shirley liked. But she had no wish to be found with him, and she instantly nod ded his dismissal and half turned away to go into the house, when he detained her for moment.
 'I am perfectly willing to afford M. Chauvenet all imaginable entertain mcnt. We are bound to have many meetings. am afraid he reached this charming valley before me; but, as rule, I prefer to be little ahead of him. It's whim, the merest whim, I assure you"
 He laughed, thinking little of what he said, but delighting in the picture she made, the tall pillars of the veran- da framing her against the white wall of the house and the architrave high above speaking, so he thought, for the amplitude, the breadth of her nature. Her green cloth gown afforded the happiest possible contrast with the white background, and her hat--for gown, let us remember, may express the dressmaker, but hat expresses the woman who wears it--her hat, Ar .mitage was aware, was tri6e of black velvet caught up at one side with snowy plumes.
 Her annoyance at finding herself lingering to listen to him was marked in an almost imperceptible gathering of her brows. It was all the matter of an instant. His heart beat fast in his joy at the sight of her, and the tongue that years oS practice had skilled in reserve and evasion was possessed by a reckless spirit
 She nodded carelesay, but said noth- ing, waiting for him to go on.
 But when wait for people they always come-even in a strange per gola," he added daringly. 'Now, in Geneva, not long ago.
 He lost the profile and gained her face, as he liked 1t best, though her head was lifted little high in resent ment against her own yielding curiosi- ty. He was speaking rapidly, and the slight hint of some other tongue than his usually fluent English arrested her ear now, as 1t had at other times.
 Tn Geneva, when I told a young lady that I was waiting for very