The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-10

the brow of the hill and looked down at the village below with a new in terest, a 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 lovingly, she wondered how soon it would be before Evelyn Desborough came again. She had not long to wait; for three days after her first visit Evelyn drove up in the jingle. Cara heard her and ran quickly to the door, but paused before she reached it, and opened 1t and went out slowly; but there was a dash of colour in her face and her eyes were bright.
 Here I am again." said Evelyn with her irresistible smile. as she held out her hand, which Cara took, after wiping hers on her apron. 'I have brought you some more books; though suppose you haven't read the oth- ers?"
 "Yes; every one," said Cara.
 "Really!" exclaimed Evelyn with a laugh. How quickly you have got through them! I hope you liked them.''
 ''They were beautiful,"s said Cara. .I will get them and give them back to you.' She brought them, carrying them carefully. 'I have kept them clean; but there may be little flour on them.''
 'sThat will not matter" said Evelyn. Here are the others. I have brought you one or two volumes of poetry, for I thought you would like them. All Italians like poetry; and you are Italian, are you not? You do not speak with so strong an accent as your father. I suppose that is be- cause you were brought up here?"
 "I suppose so," said Cara indiffer- ently, as if the matter were of no consequence.
 Isn't it lovely afternoen?" said Evelyn. tI want you to go for a drive with me-" Cara looked before her doubtfully, and then at her rough, befloured attire. There is no
 wind, the mill is not working, so that you are free,'' urged Evelyn. s'It will
 be beautiful driving across the moor,
 and will not keep you longer than you like. Do come, Cara!" Even if she had not been longing to go, Evelyns tone would have been irresistible; and, murmuring, "I will
 to her room, her face still flushed, her ! heart beating fast at the prospect Of
 so novel a pleasure. She was indeed only a few minutes; and when, in
 appeared in the doorway, she looked So pretty, so graceful, that Evelyn | felt a feminine thrill of admiration. "Oh, forgot to give you these lloWcIS. She SdIu, as SdId SteppoO into the jingle.
 "I'd like to have them with me, '' said Cara, taking the flowers eagerly, and raising them to her face. Those you gave me the other day are not dead yet" She paused a moment. i Whenever I look at them I think of you.''
 1 Evelyn flushed with pleasure. 'You dear girl,' she said. ''How I beautifully you said that Now, that $
 Italian! An English girl would have been too gauche-I mean shy and re- served-to have said anything half so
 pretty
 Cara lifted her wonderful eyes, and ] looked at Evelyn thoughtfully. You are English" she said; ''you
 are not shy
 Evelyn laughed
 Oh, but I am sometimes But l
 don't feel as if I could be with you; for we seem to understand each oth- CT. We both love books and flowers;
 and I dare say there are other things that we have in common" Cara's dark brows drew together:
 she shook her head, and glanced at | Evelyn, at her face, her hat, her clothes, the perfectly gauntleted hand. Do you mean that we are aIike' she asked gravely. That is not true; we are very different. You are a lady, and wear beautiful clothes. I suppose you are very rich. I am the girl at the mill, and poor; there is a great difference between us. I won | dar ynll ca me to sec mo and hr.nl1