The Baltimore County union, the Towson news. (Towson, Md.) 1909-1912, 1909-11-20

was sharp with protest. No, l
couldn't"
you wouldn't" he lifted little
charm on his watch chain and looked
at it.
No, no, )" said Mirabel again She
did not know how to tell him that he
had given her already everything he
had to give.
We'll" He considered moment.
Then he smiled at her as he had when
he told the stories. I know what
I'll do" he said comfortably. I've
got little picture of the Long Mead
ows down below herewith the will
lows by the edge. You'd like that.
Yes, know you would. I'll send it
to you tomorrow when l go. And
thank you, Mirabel. Thank you"
He took off his hat and stretched out
his hand. She laid hers in it, and
smiled gratefully at him. Then he
picked up all his traps, and she walk
ed with him to the gate and stood
there watching him as he went away.
Once he turned and smiled at her.
'Good-by!" she called. "Good-by!"
When Harrison came home from
the river pasture the supper-table
was ready in the sitting-room, and
there were ham and eggs. Mirabel,
her hair done tidily and her face lit
tie pale but very happy, was ready to
pour his tea and listen to his story OF
the day. 1t was not until he had fin
ished that he looked about him and
realized the festival aspect of the best
china and the table spread in the
company ROOM
What makes ye eat in here 7" ne
asked, not complainingly, but with
an acquiescent interest.
Mirabeldid not answerdirectly She
pushed back her plate and leaned her
white arms on the table.
Harrison" said she, there was
somebody here today. He wanted to
make picture of my hair. He said
twas no worse than sittin' for pho
tograph." 49,.
''Shol" said Harrison. Where Is
it?"
"The picture? He took it away
with him"
WAS it that feller that's ben
paintin' down in the medder ?"
Yes"
How was it? Anything like p
A blush burned her cheek.
''I don't know" she said, humbly.
Il don't knows we can tell how we
look ourselves
Harrison chuckled.
Some on us can," he reioined.
There's Lucy Miles. She's peek
in all over herself every minute, les'
like a rooster afore he crows. Jote
Freeman spoke ont last town-neet-
in day. We passed her when we
were drivin' along to the school-house.
Look there, says he. See her crook
her neck and lie her feathers Now,
there's your woman, Harrison says
he; a handsomer woman never
stepped, an she don't know it no
more'n the dead
Mirabel was leaning far over her
plate. The red had come into her
| cheeks and her eyes were shining.
"Who did he mean, Harrison Z?
she trembled. Who'd he mean ?"
Harrison gazed at her in slow won
der.
"Why, l told ye," he returned.
WAS it me, Harrison?"
why, yes. Who'd ye think 1t
was ?"
"What did you say to him, Harri-
son p she breathed. You tell me
what you said"
"Why, I don't rightly remember
what l did say. Come to think oft,
YES do, too. That's the way with
them real high steppers,' says |.
They don't know there's any odds
between them an anybody else !
Seems queer" He was lighting his
pipe, on the way to the kitchen, and
he paused to laugh a little.
"What seems queer?" she remind
ed him, still breathlessly.
"The way things go. When fust
begun to shine up to you, mother she
warned me. Harrison says she,
she's a handsome creatur'. You
dunno how she'll turn out. Yes,
says l, she's the handsomest creatur'
in this county, but she don't care no
more about tin l do She lived to
see I was right, too. Where's the
strainer pail?"
Mirabel few out of her chair, and
brought it to him. He took it, and
she clung to his arm a moment,
laughing and crying together.
"Oh, Harrison" she said amt it
wonderful ?"
| He stayed moment, to stroke her
hair with his clumsy hand. &C.,
There" be said, tenderly. l
guess you've done too much. You're
all beat out"