The Sauk Centre herald., 1908-07-09

through the social events of the-l
six seasons. At last we took to
map. 1t was getting to be ma
with us. We invented all sorts of
combinations by which we could /.
down that place. But, oh! dear,
never could find a spot where
fad both breathed the same air at y
same time; not one of those dear, S
mantle, right places where such f.
meeting as ours ought to have tag
place, and was getting faint-hear,.
Then one night l put a pin is
Biarritz and looked at him defianS
L was there, l said, in April, 19u
why, then, he said, I was tb-
too For moment l believed b
But then saw smile. You know
smile.
"'Oh, Mac, 1 said, you know
never ore
But he shook his head at me.
was, too. 1t was there l met you
And then knew reality had enc
Our game had begun" She leaned
ward. Her cheeks were flushed lien
eyes were brilliant But Biarritrk-
Of course l showed him in a min
that for such first meeting as our
prosaic watering place like Biarlvs
would never do. We found muck-r
ter places than that.
There was Perugia during the Co.'s
bration of it's patron saint TIL
were carpets hanging from the low
comics and red streamers over
white door lintels, and little bunclnd
of flowers in all the windows, sys:
wreaths on the shrines in the strtck
| was leaning out of the Window
the saints house. | looked down
saw man passing beneath. He loof
up. And between the waving in 20
cut of the saints banner | saw we
face and he saw mine" She cau.lt.
her breath with little laugh. at
was wearing a peasants hat, and I'm
a piece of the saints colors in A
buttonhole." av
And you," said Mac from the ba'at
ground, you had a little cameo IA
at your throat, long curl blowing G.,
at your left ear. and bunch of viole,
In your bosom
There was a moments silence, -
If all there sat breathless, waiting f."
something. Then her looks change,
Her smiling grew more serious, AID
on her face fell shade, a sort of des
cate awe. But there was anoth.
place of ours" she said 1--WE didI
choose it. l don't know how it car
into my mind; but it was at La
Maggiore. One day, one beautifs
day, walking on the lonely side of
l came to a great white rock who.
base was level with the water a.,
whose top rose high above me al
overhung the lake l knelt down at il
foot, and, as l used when | was
how much prettier the world SCENE
upside down. And, suddenly, the ia,
was looking up at me from out Of II
water, little shaken by the ripple
but real, wonderful, all in light, liz
the head of a god looking out of II
sky. l held my breath. l wouldn
have looked up and broken the spe
for anything in the world
She had been looking down dreamii
as if it were not the dark wood of tn
floor she saw, but Lake Maggoire
blue But now she raised her shinin
eyes to Macs friend That was th
real way we first met
She rose Now that she had tol,
all her great story her intensenes
had SNAPPED lihe taut string. Sh'
was laughing. And Low since you'v.
been so good as to believe me, II
show you the very rock he locke,
over. We photographed it last sum
ner."
She crossed the room, a delicate
golden splendor; passed between the
lark wings of The tapestries They
heard her subdued rustic up the stair.
The two sat without word, as if /,
break spell. IS
Mac" his friend finally burst out, !
did you ever really meet in such a
vay?"
Mac raised his eyes. "Yes, we met"
What. at Lake Maggoire?" y
Lord, no! Not there" 81
His friend gazed at him. "The1
7ou've known where, all along?"
"Oh, yes! Ages ago, before 1 knew
you, before l even knew myself. II
vas in Chicago, in a dry goods shop
sold her seven yards of white silk"
There was a moment of listening
silence. Mac looked inQuiringly at
lis friend.
"You think it spoils the romance?
You think l ought to have told her?
Well, you've seen her. heard her.
Which Is worth more to her, do you
hink, the fancy or the fact? And for
he romance" He paused. They
leard the rustic of her returning. my
lear chap, isn't the essential romance
# it just that she should have re-
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