The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1909-10-30

| WriBeitu unsIdleluly, anu tIiou W
assume careless air.
I'm not much shielded" replied,
but then, did not ask to be-"
But you wanted to-"
| was not prepared to answer his
question. so parted II by another.
where did you come from?"
From the village. | saw you there
and followed humbly in the rear as a
culprit should. But, on my soul,
don't know what I've done, except
Don't" l interrupted; Il do not
wish to talk about it,
well, won't. But you might ad.
NIT you were just little unreasonable
that night We really meant we'll"
1--WE are going away" l said, alb
ruptly.
Il know"
"And we're never coming back any
more"
"Oh. yes, you are-next summer"
Never any more"
IL am coming back next summer"
he said positively, but not by my
self, ! hope. My island is a very jolly
little place, but it's a bit lonely, even
when a fellow wants to rest after his
winters work"
What is your work." | inquired,
suddenly conscious that none of us
knew or had cared to ask.
We'll, | draw a bit sometimes, Just
enough to keep the jam-pot full, since
my parents insured my bread and but.
ter"
sat up straight with surprise and
pushed aside the umbrella.
mot Bennett, the illustrator" / ex
claimed.
why not, please?"
Well" | gasped, quite overcome
for | knew and loved his illustrations
read everything about him | could lay
my hands upon. And to think We
first thought you insane, and | ever
doubted your honesty, while all the
time you were"
"A very spoiled, lazy fellow" he in
terrupted gravely, land lonely fel
low, too for success like mine brings
many acquaintances and few friends.
you can always have Mr.. Blake,
| buE5cotCu DoihtCuiy, ht DduStu.
BLAKE is all very we'll in his place,
he returned, shifting the umbrella t,
his left hand and feeling abstractedl.
~ in his pocket, but l want something
lots better, and think I've found m
hearts desire. want you to see he
picture"
$50 you are going to be married?"
| scarcely recognized my own voice
| 1t sounded so strained and mechaI
| ical.
! Il truly hope so, but have not vel
| tured to ask her yet. Will you loo
at the picture and tell me whether yo
| think she will be kind? You see, II
/ by no means certain, and Ii is yer
! vital to me-"
! How can tell?" began petulan
| ly, then paused abruptly, for it wa
] our picture he laid upon my lap, tn
one he had so shamelessly abstracte
u from Gabrielle's shopping bag. So
ct stared wide-eyed and speechless, wit
u clutching at my heart l could M
Al understand. Was 1t Gabrielle {
ny Elizabeth?
"The one in the middle" he sal
ny gently. "Elise-will she be kind?"
And then / realized he was N,
speaking of some remote, shadow
IN, paragon of a girl, but of me-just
NJ ] was, In my old rain-coat and drippiI
hat. realized something else, to
10 for when looked up and met his eye
,s' tried to speak, but could not,
ne cause my heart WAS too full b
On words were quite unnecessary, for v
he were looking into each others eye
and of course we understood.
w "And now" he remarked, some tin
~ later, when We were back to earth,
On rather to water, by the fine soft DIR
IS. zle changing into a brisk shower
ne "and now you really must go in,
ns. you will have pneumonia, and thu
49, what should do? But first it's up
,so me to return that side-comb | sa
~ I'd do 1t in my own way, you kno
" SO I'm going to put 1t in myself"
But not now. Think how wet Al
"a horrid my hair must be-"
'og And then-well, | don't believe 1t
necessary for me to say any mo-
de. Things which are very sweet and n
OBJ. ural, and often form cherished me
cries, are apt to look very different
ard cold hard print, and, moreover, VIII
ire would become of the little shrine
the erected for ourselves that rainy aft
ne. noon II | took the world into our CT
ich fidence and allowed it to be desecrat
by the critical outsider?
he'd
CHAPTER XVIII.
in Mary Anne made us our farew
to fire that night, almost putting it {