The Democratic advocate., 1909-07-09
THE REVERE


most interesting brown eyes staring
at him and quizical smile dimpliag
the features OF an exceedingly pretty
young woman.
He quickly crossed the car and
seated himself by her side.
II have come five stations too far. +"
he said, as he took her hand.
II thought you were going too far"
she said, laughing quietly. And your
face! Why, you seemed to be in q
trance"
II guess | was. was thinking of
something, and even now / am not
collected enough to know whether |
had dozed away, and was dreaming.
or whether was--what shall / say?
--dopy!"
And the dream-or dope. as you
call it,"
Its too long to relate now. II
might interest you. though. r."
Surely, Some other time. Say to-
morrow EVENING""
Il shall be delighted"
He left the train at the next sta
tion.
The next evening they sat In a coy
parlor In an uptown apartment house.
A pause followed half hours con-
versation on commonplace matters.
And now" she said, suggestively,
now will we have the recital OF your
wanderings in the subway train?'
He laughed lightly
Il was Just thinking of that" he
said. Il was wondering how to start
my story. | guess had better begin
vfsh II kr,0 - ~
stop me when begin 10 bore7'
You won't be tiresome-you never
we're"
He smiled at the naive compliment
II boarded the train at Brooklyn
Bridge" he began. There was jam
OF people, but | managed to find a
seat at the window. ! remember
mentally commenting on the terrible
roar In the subway and It's probable
effect upon the hearing organs OF
New Workers. l don't know how far
/ had gone before there was a silence
that seemed TO reach out and out,
over a great distance OF land And
when I was out OF the subway fields
and hills stretched before me and the
longer ] saw them the more familiar
they became. A long. dusty road
climbed knobby hill and. somehow.
was driving over this road, as real
and likellfe as J am sitting here.
My mind was transformed. Bust
ness cares were brushed away aa dust
Is brushed from n picture frame or
mantelpiece. The tinkle Of cowbeiis
In the distance lost their metallic
clank and sounded sweet and must
cal--the yespers OF the farm land
As ] drove up the hill / knew that
In the hollow on the other side I'd find
great. rambling white house. On
the summit drew rein. searched with
my eyes the long veranda and anw q
girl IN a white dresa. She waved At
me was 90 drive her 90 a dance
about six miles across country. Does
not this strike you aA being most un-
reasonably rambling pc
The young woman, who waR listen
ing intently. started, dropped fan
with which she had been toying, re.
covered herself aud smiled
Not at all, she said. Please 10
on"
Il cant 20 on alone. for the little
girl with the Whit. dress In now with
me. you know. We made good time 10
the house. where the dance was held
II was beautiful ride. too, through
two lines of ambitious katy-dids and
other night insects ! remember We
talked about the habit OF some birds
and insects singing only at night The
girl In the white dreHB set me to
thinking By rsmarkinR that night time
seemed 10 be sweetly sorrowful, and
40 was the best time for song re-
call that ! thought about Il at the
time and remembered that II was
true that there was more singing In
the evening than any other part OF the
day.
We'll. Il was only a tsinute or two
until we were in the farmhouse dane
ing. laughing, enjoying ourselves.
Somehow ! don't remember Of having
heard laughter that meant az much as
that heard al country dance.
And the muslc--you know there
wasn't much 10 that music: Just two
iiddles and bass fiddle saving away,
but somehow there was lightning in
IT, We danced. the little girl IN white
and |. Her cheekR and lips we're
glowing and her eyes seemed to have
a curl on her head touched my cheek.
1--why, ! can't begin 10 tell you how
real II all was
Then came the ride over the star
III road. with the Wild crab apple
blossoms scattering incense before us,
Well. It was only minute or two
with the night birds singing IN har-
mony with the song IN my heart, The
moon dropped lower and lower to-
ward the fringe Of trees on the ridge
and ! was lust wishing that | might
ride on like that forever, for Il seem.
ed that the little girl In white must
have felt herself tiny and frightened
In the big, still night for she uncon-
sciousiy nestled close TO me.
Il did not want TO release her hand
when | left her at the door 10 the
big white house did not want 10
take my eyes away from her, and
as / drove toward home, somehow the
night was black and lonesome and
there were no pictures In the shadows
OF beauty In the yellow light OF the
moon. When unhitohed my horse
end turned him out 10 pasture stood
for long time. with the bride in my
hhha anu iedulHk aEalnht corn Cfib
When at last | slowly walked TO the
house ! knew that something had
come into my life--I loved the little
girl in the white dress. | had known
for long time that cared for her
greatly, but never before knew how
much
II guess | must have been passing
the first station beyond my stopping
place" he laughed, interrupting q
story he realized was being told In a
voice growing more and more feryeni
and passionate.
with a suddenness that seemed
perfectly reasonable TO me, found
myself the day after the dance talk
ing to the old gentleman who owned
the white house; of hearing him ad-