The San Francisco call., 1908-04-05

of the moonlt night to within her scope OF vision
at all. -
Rose chilled, when she did not mean to do 10, by
sheer maidenliness.
rebuked He had of life but after all
he man, and what right had he to even think of
creature like that? leaned back in his chair
moving further he also gazed at
the moon. That mysterious thing of silver light and
shadows which had iilumined all the ages Of creation
by their light, until 1t had to be
of creation ITSELF semed to give him sort OF
of tho flesh. After ALL what everything In
life repetition of that which had been and
tanty death? Rose looked like ghost to his fancy
He seemed like ghost himself and felt reproached
the ardor surging in his heshiy heart
That moon lit the world for the builders OF
the pyramids" said, tritely enough.
Yes Inurnured Rose in faint voice.
The pyramids chilled her. So they what he had
been thinking about, and not herself.
Horace went 'It upon all those ancient
fields Old Testament, and the children of
Israel in their exile" he said.
Rose looked at him. shone upon the garden of
Eden Adam had longed for Eve that she grew
of his longing and became something from
himself that he could her without seeing him
self all the time; and it shone the in Solo,
song, and the Sharon the lilies of
valley, and the land flowing with milk and honey She
said childish tone OF 1evity, which had under
of earnestness in it. All her emotional nature
pride gainst pyramids and Old
battle fields when she only been conscious that the
shone upon Horace and herself. She shamed
angry she had been shamed and angry be-
fore.
Horace leaned forward gazed eagerly her.
After all. he mistaken? He shrewd enough,
although did understand moods women
WELL and it did to him that there
thing distinctly encouraging in her tone Just then the
night wind in strongly at the window beside which
they sitting An ardent fragrance Of dewy earth
and plants snote them in the
T)o VIM faeIf fheH c,to SIsa5T
Il like it,"
II afraid you will tch cold"
II don't catch cold easily at all"
iThe wind very damp" argued Horace with in
creasing confidence. He bold He seized
of her little white II won't believe it unless
feel for myself your hands not cold said
he He felt the little curl around his hand
with the involuntary pristine force OF babys His
heart beat tumutuously
oh" began. Then he stopped suddenly as Rose
snatched her hand away again gazed at the
TT is beautiful night, she remarked and the harm
less deceit Of woman which is her natural
in her voice and
Horace more obtuse He remained leaning eager.
ly toward the girl He his hand again.
repeated in her soft decetfu voics. Yes perfectly
beautiful night"
Then he observed Sylvia whitman standing beside
them. It's nice night enough" said she, 4but you'll
both catch deaths of cold at this open window
The wind is blowing right in you''
She made motion it, stepping between Rose
and Horace, but the young to his feet
close 1t. Mrs. whitman he. did so.
1T aint late enough in the to set right
open window and let the wind blow in you, sale
Sylvia severely. She drew up rocking chair sa
down. She formed the apex OF triangle. which
Horace and Rose the She leaned back ane
rocked
ITS a pleasant night. said she as II answerins
Roses remark. but there's always something
sort OF sad about moonlight nights. They make yo,
think of times and people that's gone daresay IT.
different about moonlight nights years remembe
when Mr.. Whitman and were first married. we uset
to like to sit out the doorstep and look tn
and make plans
Don't you ever now?" asked Rose
Now we so to bed and sleep" replied Sylvia de
cisixely