The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-08-22
THE FATAL
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BY CHARLES GARVlCE'
Copyright, 1909, by George r. ooran
Company
CHAPTER XIII.
The Miniature.

The books Evelyn had brought her
opened new world TO Cara. She
deyoured them eagerly \ volume
stood beside the hopper aud she
read as she worked read by the
light of the lantern late into the
night in her little room read in
the morning as early as the light
would permit her. Hitherto the
monotonous routine of her daily
work had. if not contented her sui-
feed her; but these books revealed
to her the fact of a wider life, OF
keener pleasures than those of
walk across the moor, an uncon-
scious study of Nature in all her
moods. And. strange as 1t may
seem, she understood and appre-
ciated all that she read; for she
was endowed with keen intelli-
gence. natural acuteness, re-
ceptive mind, and an imagination
which was her Southern birthight,
From the moment she turned the
pages of the first volume, she
seemed to have stepped into fairy
land. for the characters in the books
were so novel to her, the scenes de
picted so far outside her expert
ence, that they were surrounded by
the glamour Of romance. She won
dered what it would feel like to
meet such people as she read OF.
to see the things the books de
scribed: she grew wistful, dreamy,
and very often she stood on the
brow of the hill and looked down
at the village below with a new
interest, vague longing to see
more of the world of which she
had read.
The flowers Evelyn had given her
stood in the little jug on the rough
| box which formed Cara's dressing
table: and as her eyes wandered to
/ them or she bent over them loving
| ly. she wondered how soon it would
be before Evelyn Desborough came
again. She had not long to war.
for three days after her first Wis.,
Evelyn drove up in the jingle Cara
heard her and ran quickly to the
door. but paused before she reach
Ell it, and opened it and went ont
slowly: but there was a dash ot
color in her face and her eyes were
bright.
Here I am AGAIN" said Evelyn,
with her irresi5t!Die smile, as she
held out her hal1 which Cara took
after whipping hers on her apron, =
have brought yop cone more looks ;
though l suppose yea haven't read
the others?'
Eyes. every one" said Cara.
Really" exclaimed Evelyn, with
laugh. How quickly you have
got through them, hope you lih
ed them"
They were beautiful" said Cara
81 will get them and give then
back to you" She brought them
carrying them carefully. 81 have
kept them clean; but there may bc
little flour on them"
That will not matter" said Eve
lyn. Here are the others | have
brought you one or two volume
of poetry. for | thought you woulC
like them All Italians like poetry
and you are Italian. are you not
You do not speak with so strong al
accent as your father. suppos,
that is because you were brough
up here"
, 81 suppose so" said Cara indii
l ferently, as if the matter were 0
: no consequence.
Isn't it a lovely afternoon?" sal,
a Evelyn. Il want you to go for
,; drive with me- Cara looked be
i fore her doubtfully, and then at he
{ rough, befloured attire. There j
: no wind, the mill is not working, s
= that you are free" urged Evelyr
n 1T viii be beautiful driving acros
i the moor. and I Will not keep yo
= longer than you like. DO com
{ Cara"
l. Even if she had not been longin
, to go, Eyelyn's tone would hay
been irresistible: and, murmurinl
s Il will not be many minutes Car
5 ian up 10 her room, her face sti
!, flushed, her heart beating fast a
: the prospect of so novel a pleasure
: She was indeed only few minutes
I and when. in her plain serge Goa
: and skirt. she appeared in the doc
way she looked so pretty, so grace
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