Arizona republican., 1909-05-16

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 It all in minute or two; but he held her close till she asked to be put down. But now he found their parts were quite reversed; and when they came to make their way down the canon, sch they did Tn the tremulous silence which Is the natural aftermath of any narrow escape, she took his offered arm and clung to him any girl might.
 At the corral bars they found Eliphalet Winters and Peter Of Tennessee saddling in hot haste to go and look for them, alive or dead; and there was pean of rejoicing not 10 be measured in set phrases cold-ype words. Vandenberg considerably for bore to press his suit; but before he went back to the hotel he had hnal word with Madge;
 T leave the Park tomorrow" he said May I come back in the Autumn-for you:'
 No; not for me, she said; and SO 1t ended with Vandenberg anblng for the last time back to the Sum camp inn, the great blue vault of the attitudes unchanged and unchangng overhead, and the bottom less pit ot hte-dlsappolntment opening before him
 There was goody gathering of art-loyers in Mrs. Cainalncs spacious dravlns-roors or Colfax Avenue on the night ot the reception gwen to her young guest; and Vandenberg, who was tarrylpg few days n Den one of the bidden TO meet Miss Mar gaTe Beauchamp was the way the invitation read; and he had accepted because his friendship with the Cal manes ancdated by many years his late literary sue 
 He argued this all out with himself on the way to the hosprabe house at the back of Capitol Hill It for Mrs. Calmaincs sake he was going. He knew Miss Beauchamp only by repue a rising young sculptor; and with cratsnan's offshncsS would have avoided rather than sought reception meeting of her. But friendship has its claims; and so Vandenberg went to do the conventional thing
 Arrived at the house he found that he was more than fashionably late; and had some difficulty in finding his hostess in the throng.
 "One favor, Mrs. Camaine, he begged: this after the greetings and apologies Please don't introduce me to too many people l can find my way about"
 'Oh, but I want you to know Marguerite" said the good lady, making place for him her side. Don't lose yourself till I find her.
 The drift brought him in due course to the rear most of the open rooms, and to alcove portered, and lighted from above by studio op-ights A draped modelling bench stood in the curtained space and upon 1t of the young sculptor's smaller pieces the clay exhibition.
 The some at the piano began to play an ac- compartment and when the crush driitcd 1nusicward Vandenbcrg was left alone in the miniature studio
 He lifted the damp cIotlcovering from one of the pieces at random It was rcpica Of of the Srus broEzes; the very shCulderplate with the Greek war rior and the Amazon n high relief that the silken- strong figure of the little mountainecr had called mind ct their first meeting
 By Joye!' he said to himself; and thcn he lifted another of the damp clothsifed II and started back with still stronger exclamation.
 The second piece was an equestrian group a cow boy sadding his cayuse. It was as true to the life as one of Frederick Reniagtons pictures; but for the moment Vandenberg missed the artistic triumph, ing only the goodnaturcd grin the face upturned under the wide-AapPcd soabrero It the face of Peter of Tennessee
 Do you think 1t a good ikeness?"
 The voice. voice low and musical but with tone ot laughing moc1ery in II, from behind.
 Vandenberg wheeled quickly, stuing the damp cloth into his pocket 1T confused notion that it was his handkerchief. Notwithstanding all that had gone before. he had to look twice to be that the 9InloId InJpne9q sY!I PoUIEII uetuoM Sunoi lupIp between the porticres was ore and the with his lost love-so much may gown Ia mode and the twisted into the commonplace English ~Beecharn ?"
 But what were you doing at the ranch'"
 Just what you doing at the Castle Creek Inn trying to recover from attack of nerves"
 Nandenberg took the damp cloth from his pocket and mopped his face with it The little alcove seemed suddenly to have grown insuferably warm.
 T can only ask your forgiveness, and say good by, Miss Beauchamp," hc sd, h;inbly pockctng the the cloth again and holding out his hand.
 Forgiveness flor what :"
 The singer the piano finished with a triI- ing roulade and there of applause and decorous capping of hands
 For trying to play King Cophetua to your began maid; in other words, for making idiotic block head of myself"
 Then you didn't mean. what you said' Is that what you want to be forgiven for?"
 Don't" he pleaded. Its hard enough to know that have lost you without being reminded Of all the different kinds of laughing stock you mak ing of me"
 He had the damp cloth out again, and she took it from him gently ard spread it over Peter of Ten nessee
 The honors are easy, are they not?" she smiled young person who, Pee would say, didn't know enough to go in when it tanned And the young person-'
 And the young person found it matter for mrth. l only wish your diagnosis were the true enc" Isn't it the true one?" You know very well it is not. The pastme part
 
 She looked up with the bafling lighs in the gray eyes
 "Self-preservation is the first law of Nature isn't it?"
 He ignored the platitdde. q cannot let you prt It upon that ground the loser; you had 1o;h- ing at stake. He spoke hurriedy. The guest-tdc was flowing again and he heard Mrs. Calmane asking ii any one had seer Miss Beauchamp.
 How very positive you are," she said, softly posi- tive-and ungratefu" She was busyug herself with the clay models, and the sweet face was averled
 At the words the heavens opened to the bcsotteG one and he beheld vision
 "Aladge - sweetheart = let me see your eyes Did yor tell Mrs. Calmaine to ask here tonight"
 Since her answer not in words it may not be written down here; but a later. when Mrs. Calmane lifted the dropped portiere with a gaspcd out: We'll of all tfngsp Miss Beauchanp was bushing piteousy, and Vandenberg had the air of man who pulls himself together a crisis. And he met 1t manfully.
 champ and are old friends-and more we are to be married in September. Will you be the first to con-