The Wrangell sentinel., 1909-07-29

 the dropping fire.
 They come, the armies come.' cried. See the spears. see the crested horse men. see the banners in the rear."
 l turned and her eyes were shining. exulting in the beauty of the scene. Then We were silent for a time. until the blaze had softened and the battle dropped to a harmonious peace.
 l found a seat for her, and stretched myself beside it.
 Tell me what you think" she said the stories you make up when you come here night after night"
 l had known how that view of the sum- set quiets, yet I was surprised to find her so still and calm. It seemed as though We had known each other for some time.
 l have romaneed to myself idly from that cliff when the yellow light lies over the sea and the river and the pines, and l drew upon my memory only to find it well stocked. Moreover. I learned much of the river people, of the birds that live in the marsh and of the animals of the woods. I had watched the purple grackle build his nest and the blue jay forage for his offspring when the summer was young, and I knew many story of the sea-gulls. Miss Graham was a fattering listener, her lips slightly parted her eyes alight with interest
 You must be hungry" I said at last, lunch at noon. no supper until s. should like to offer you my cottages hos pitallty."
 I was looking for the flush that 1 knew would come, and was not disap- pointed.
 Thank you," she answered, but, you see-what would people think if they looked in your dining-room window and saw me taking tea alone with you?'
 People don't look in my dining room window" I answered.
 She shook her head so decisyely that knew she meant it.
 At least, we will have a cup of tea on the beach," said. "out of doors-oh dozen yards from the cottage. where all the world may see us if they choose"
 'Splendid" she cried and, jumping up led the way down from the heights.
 On the smooth sand some distance from my door Charles had placed the lit tie table. Two chairs faced each other; plates, napkins, and center-piece of beach h-marshmallows were the decorations, and my man, as straight and rigid as an Egyptian idol, stood a short distance of. Miss Graham gave a little cry of pleas ure.
 Its like the Arabian Nights" :" she ex- claimed. "The whole thing seems to have sprung out of the sand"
 seated her at the table.
 You may serve the tea, Charles" l ordered.
 He brought forth the teapot, and was about to pour the tea into our cups when Miss Graham eXpostulated. Its the woman's place to do that.' she exclaim- ed. and Charles surrendered the teapot into her care.
 How many Jumps of sugar?' she asked, with the delicate superority of hostess to a guest.
 Two"
 Will you have lemon or cream" There were both thanked my stars that Charles was so thoughtful.
 Lemon"
 I received my tea-cup and a moment later had the satisfaction of hearing Miss Graham say that the brew was delicious. And such pretty cups. l don't believe you're bit of hermit, but a very pam pered old sybarite."
 We use these only on state occasions, for our honored guests" I explained.
 But don't feel as if this were a state occasion" she answered. Tt seems quite as though we'd been doing this all sum- mer."
 "I wish we had' said. quickly.
 "I mean, 1t seems so usual" she said. And yet. in reality, you hardly know me at all: why, you haven't even met Aunt Elizabeth yet"
 No, that's true.'' I agreed. But then, on the other hand, you don't know such very great deal about me-,
 Its the very fact that we know so little about each other in the usual ways, and so much in other ways" Miss Ora ham attempted to explain, that makes everything so nice. We're both so much interested in the Ship and it's history, you know"
 "We are," I answered. That reminds me that I was to tell you all about the Ship some time"
 Yes" She looked of to where the boat lay shinuing like mahogany in the yellow afterglow. But don't you think we'd better wait until we're on board again. The smel, of tar and the feel of the wood will make 1t so much more real"
 Then, you'll come" I began, and stopped for Miss Graham was looking past me at the door of my house. I turned to see Islip there, a broad smile