Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-03-08

vaguely located sprain from the
wreck. as an excuse for remaining at
home. Sam RECALLED the table with
accounts OF my distrust of women,
NV one love affair-with Dorothy: to
which responded. as was expected.
that only my failure there had kept
me single all these years. and that u
sam should be mysteriously missing
during the bathing hour tomorrow.
and so on.
And when the endless meal was
over. and yards Of white wells had
been tied over pounds of hair-or IS
It. too. bought by the yard?-and
some eight ensembles with their ao-
iect compliments had been packed
into three automobiles and trap.
drew long breath and faced about.
/ had just then only one object IN lie
to find Alison. to assure her OF my
absolute faith and confidence in her,
and to offer my help and my poor
self. if she would let me, IN her
service.
She was not easy to find. searched
the lower floor, the veranda and the
grounds, circumspectly. Then l ran
into a little English girl who turned
out to be her maid. and who also was
searching She was concerned be-
cause her mistress had no dinner, and
because the tray of food she carried
would soon be cold. took the tray
from her, on the glimpse of something
white on the shore, and that was now
/ met the girl again.
She was sitting on an overturned
boat, her chin in her hands, staring
out to sea. The soft tide OF the bay
Tapped almost at her feet, and the
draperies Of her white gown melted
hazily into the sands. She looked like
a wrath, respondent phantom OF
the sea, although the adjective Is re-
dundant Nobody ever thinks OF a
cheerful phantom. Strangely enough,
considering her evident sadness, she
was whistling softly to herself, over
and over, some dreary little minor air
that sounded like Bohemian dfrge.
She glanced up quickly when l made
a misstep and my dishes jingled. All
considered, the tray was out OF the
picture; the sea, the misty starlight,
the girl, with her beauty-even the
sad little whistle that stopped now
and then to go bravely on again, as
though it fought against the odds OF
a trembling lip. And then came.
accompanied by a tray of little silver
dishes that jingled and an unmistak-
able odor of broiled chicken!
"Oh!" she said quickly; and then,
ooh! I thought you were Jenkins"
'Timeo Donaos-what's the rest of
it," l asked, rendering my Offering.
"You didn't have any dinner, you
know" l sat down beside her "See.
I'll be the table. What was the old
fairy tale? Little goat bleat; little
table appear!' I'm perfectly willing
to be the goat, too"
She was laughing rather tremu-
lousy.
1--WE never do meet like other peo-
pie, do WEI" she asked. I'VE really
ought to shake hands and say how
are you.''
81 don't want to meet you like other
people, and I suppose you always
think of me as wearing the other fell
lows closhes," I returned meekly.
"Tm doing it again; 1 don't seem to
be able to help it. These are Grang-
er's that have on now"
She threw back her head and
laughed again, joyodsly, this time.
ooh, it's so ridiculous" she said.
"and you have never seen me when l
was not eating! It's too prosaic!"
(Which reminds me that the chick
en- is getting cold, and the ice warm. =
/ suggested AT the time, l thought
there could be no place better than
the farmhouse kitchen-but this Is.
I ordered all this for something
want to say to you-the sea, the
sand, the stars"
"How alliterative you are!" she
said, trying to be flippant. "You are
not to say anything until l have had
my supper. Look how the things are
spilled around!"
But she ate nothing. after all. and
pretty soon l put the tray down in
the sand 1 said little; there was no
hurry. We were together, and time
lueduL HOlulAS, dt3diAoC tladI co. AOAAo
wash of the sea. The air blew her
hair in small damp curls against her
face, and little by little the tide re-
treated, leaving our boat an oasis in
a waste of gray sand.
"If seven maids with seven mops
swept it for half year
Do you suppose, the walrus said, t1et
onr II r1aarp'
she threw at me once when she
must have known l was going to
speak ] held her hand. and as long
as merely held it she let it lie warm
in mine. But when l raised it to my
lips, and kissed the soft, open palm,
she drew it away without displeasure.
Not that. please" she protested.
and fell to whistling softly again, her