Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1908-11-12

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''And the teacher?" he inquir-
ed presently.
"Well, he died." she answered
simply, "the blood gushed sud-
den, Just while he was ex-
plain some things to me, late
one ,veenin-he died while l
was liften' his head up to my
shoulder" Her lips rtembled,
and she added gently; "He was
a good man-and / missed him.
| try to remember what he told
me-he said mustn't say I
taken, and | mustn't say 'hearn
me, and things like that. But
now he's gone and there's no
body here that talks like he
did, / forget it sometimes. Are
you done - have you finished
that, now?"
"Yess," said he, chat is, the
outlines-but this 81 to be a pic
ture in colors, you know, and it
may take a week or ten days.
Will you come several more
times and opse for me?"
Poser" she repeated, you
mean stand still like while you
work?"
Eyes" said he, then eagerly,
"you will? Oh, it will be beau
tiful picture, Kate I'm going to
put it all in-your dark eyes
and hair and the color of your
cheeks and lips-yes, and that
red bunch of sumac behind you,
with the woods and the sunrise
back of you, and the spring here
at your feet. 1t will make me
famous--and you will help me,
you, Katew
His eyes were glowing again,
and his face was pale; it was
easy enough to see what was
the dearest thing in life to him
was indeed life itself.
The girls heart beat quickly, too
she could do this for him, she
could help to make him famous,
he said so.
Il will come" she said, hold
ing out her hand, "as often as
you need me-"
He took her hand in both of
his and looked full into her eyes.
How can | thank you!" said
he, and his voice was low and
unsteady. ooh, | do not know
how to begin-you cannot know
what it means to me~ His lips
brushed the tips Of her fingers,
and then once more she stood
watching him as he passed
down the path.
Each manning she was there,
five mornings in succession, and
it seemed to her that she lived
in dream her life, before he
came, now seemed so far away
she could scarcely recall it, and
toward the future hung a rosy
mist she could not penetrate.
There was only the present. A
strange fluttering song sang in
her heart all day, and even at
night she could scarcely sleep
for the throbbing sweetness of
it.
On the next morning she was
late, nearly half an hour, and
when she came he fastened to-
ward her, and took both of her
hands, speaking rapidly, almost
brokenly, cat lastl Oh Kate! /
thought you were no coming!
But you wouldn't have been so
cruel-you couldn't, could you?
| should have gone mad, l
think" He lid not go imme-
diately to work that morning,
but drew her to a comfortable
seat on an old moss-covered log
and sat beside her, telling her
that hers was the face he had
looked for always, his ideal face,
with dark, serious eyes and low
ing mouth-that he had never
found it, never, until now. "I'm
going to call the picture, Dawn
Kate" he told her, lit is dawn,
you see, there is the sunrise
back of you, and in your eyes
did you know you had dawn
in your eyes, Kate? You are
twice as ebautiful as you were
Ia week ago" He hesitated, and
his eyes shifted from hers, you
will forgive me?" he added, then
hurriedly, "Here-don't mind
me IN just Numbering as us
ual. ought never ever try to