The Alaska citizen., 1911-07-10

of the lu us-we know that's all hocus potus An adult human female," Forsoufh, So is the moon piece oi green ,heese and the sun penny . worth of sulphur matches the s'ar-pierced sky tin dipper turned topsyturyy over all.
 Jim Warren meditated gently upon these things at the end of his day Of awakening He had expected a sordid day of political trafficking Instead il had been a day filled to bursting with the charm of Her; a day f sensuous delight to be view ed through half yelled eyes: day of gay chatter and lazy content. unmarr. ed by one thought beyond the fleet. ing present. Somewhere out in the mer,enary world men toiled and hag. gled and died and were born again i. some" here out there great games were teing played for gerat stakes; but | heIe was he i'll this big rambling county house. perched on crag | overlooking the thunderous sea l Everything else was very far away indiatn:,i. immaterial for She Was here. Fur that one day he chose Il to :tmembcr that he was mak. e uf iio~s and she one of a class apart daughter of millions. in. trenChel behind those barriers that | cohNen ion says must not be broken down D' man ~hp works with his | hands She belonged t1 Lewis. yes i; 1 but l., didn't permit that thought l 10 dis urb theseienity of that won. l del1ui uay.
 | They had breakfasted alone. Edna and Jmn Warren. She had come 10 him there in the sun drenched break fast loom, rosy As the dawn. vibrant 1 with ltIe, smile in her eyes. l Isn't il u glorious view?" She | swept hand toward the windows Far below the surf crashed against | the jagged breast of the rocks; on the horizon white sails fiuttered in the brilliant January sunshine. Path CT and l come here every weekend. rain CT shine snow or sleet. This is our pat of the week l get very tired Of the city. but here-l love this place. She extended her arms in gesture all-envelopng In summer, | Of [. ur.e. We live here"
 ! T can imagine You would love it" said Jim Warren.
 She SAL down and babbled of many things Of flower gardens she planned; Of curling, purple waters on the beach: of gaunt gray stones ill the hills; of birds and trailing 1 vines. and pictures and musiC-aHd | autom0blles He said little He was 1 c,nGen, to listen to the rhythm of her Voice. 10 watch the play Of ex- presaiun OH her face, 10 study the color Of her eyes. He wondered what color they were. They heened all colors.
 After breakfast he had smoked u while, then wandered idly about the house. Every nook and corner of il l rerleo el the magic Of her touch. lie found il ill the sturdy comfort of the sieat living room. in the dainti- hess uf the sun.balhed conservatory i'll Inc simplicity of the musiC-rooIn The town house was merely d show place for furniture and art, and raie and curious trirles; heIe was d home | There Was cheerful litter Of books and ribbons and feminine kniok- knacks. and Cn a spindle legged workable was an embroidery ring with q halfworked flower in the cen ter. Jim Warren ventured 10 pick il up and look at Il. lie didn't re- member when he had last seen one.
 Pending that time when his host should choose to appear, Jim Warren went to his room for his heavy coat intending 10 go for a stroll. Quite inVoluntarily, as he passed along the hall, he glanced through half-open door and saw-a slipper, turned up, side down on the floor. IL startled l him. lie averted his eyes. as though he had gazed upon forbidden things
 When he came down staits again he heard Edna in the music room She Was playing very softly and singing something-he didn't know what. He peeped in. She recognized his presence by sidelong glance and Ia little smile, then went on 10 the end ol her song.
 l "lsn't il charming?" She referred 10 the song.
 It is" He referred 10 Ihe voice
 Tt should be sung more brilliantly of course" she explained, but cant be brilliant when papa's asleep. She laughed a li;tle. It makes him fussy."
 Jim Warren didn't go for his stroll after all lie dropped the heavy ct al acIoss chair and sat down. | Please go on" he requested
 What shall sing? What Is your favorite ?"
 T have no favorite"
 Wrapped in the ineffable charm ol young womanhood, at times oblivious of his presence, she sat at the piano for a long time playing. occasionally singing, always softly. It fitted in with Jim's mood There had been sc
 much ,f clangor and tumult in his life! He loved to watch the corus cations of light in her hair, the grace and mastery Of her touch, the dream
 mess in her eyes. She seemed Yer, far away Suddenly she turned
 around.
 Do you know, cant get over the
 impression that you and l met some
 where before that day in the bank ? she exclaimed impulsively. "I haC , seen your picture, of course, bu
 even before that-
 "l had never seen your picture anC , II had the same impression" l Odd. isn't it?" There were . thoughtful little wrinkles about hel f eyes. Have you lived long in War burton?"
 3 All my life"