Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1910-10-25
CHAPTER III.
Encounters on Parade,

Flora, before the mirror, gayly stab
bling in her long hat-pins, confessed to
herself that last night had been queer
as queer as queer could be; hut this
morning luckily, was real again. Her
fancy last night had-yes, she was
afraid it really had-run away with
her. And she turned and held the
line of her tilted hat, gave a touch to
the turn of her wide, close belt, flirt
to the frills of her bodice.
The wind was lightly ruffiing and
putting out the muslin curtains of the
windows, and from the garden below
came the long silyery clash of euca-
lyptus leaves. She leaned "a the
high window-ledge to look downward
over red roofs, over terraced green,
over steep streets running abruptly
to the broken blue of the bay. She
tried to fancy how Kerr would look
this morning sun. He seemed to
Jelong only beneath the high arti-
fetal lights, in the thicker atmosphere
of evening Would he return again,
with renewed potency, with the same
singular, almost sinister charm as a
wizard who works his will only by
moonlight? When she should see him
again, what, she wondered, would be
his extraordinary mood?
1t was Clara, standing at the foot of
the stairs, who belonged to the morn
ing, so brisk, so fresh, SO practical
she appeared. She held a book in her
hand. The door, open for her imme-
diate departure, showed, beyond the
descent of marble steps, the landau
glistening black against white pave
ments. 1t was unusual for this formal
vehicle to put in an appearance so
early
Il am going to drive over to the
Purdies," Clara explained. q have an
errand there"
Flora smiled at the thought of how
many persons would be having err
rands to the p es' now. It was re-
freshing to catch Clara in this weak
ness. she felt a thr0b of it herself
when she recalled the breathless mo-
lbClL al IAAC oAPPCA leiblC last ShGn-
ing. "Oh. that will be a heavenly
drive" she said Please ask me to
go with you. My errand can wait"
Why, certainly. / should like to
have you," said Clara. But if she had
returned a fiat no" Flora would not
have had a dryer sense of unwelcome.
Still. she had gone too far to retreat.
MischievoIs reflections of the doc
trine the Fnglishman had startled her
with the night before flickered in her
mind as they drove from the door.
Was this part of ''the big red game"
not being accommodating nor so very
polite? The streets were still wet
with early fog, and, turning in at the
Presidio gate. the expresses dripped
dankly on their heads, and hung out
cobwebs pearled with dew. She was
sure. even under their drippings, that
the "damnable dust" was alive.
Down the broad slopes that were
swept by the drive all was green to
the waters edge. TT long line of
barra Is, the officers 'uarters, the
great parade-ground, Sc. in the fat
land between hills and bay, looked
like a chiids toy, pretty and little.
They heard the note of a bugle, thin
and silver clear. and they could see
the tiny figures mastering; but in her
preoccupation il did not occur to
Flora that they were arriving just in
time for parade, But when the car
riage had crossed the viaduct, and
swung them past the acacias. and
around the last white curve into the
white dust of the parade-ground, Clara
turned, as if with a fresh idea.
Wouldn't you like TO stop and
watch it?'
why, yes" Flora assented. The
brilliance of light and color, the pre-
ciSion of movement, the sound of the
brasses under the open sky were an
intermezzo in harmony with her spir-
tied mood.
The carriage stopped under the
scanty shadow of trees that bordered
the walk to the officers quarters.
Clara, book in hand, alertly rose.