Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-03

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positions. The sound of piano was heard
from that chaste apartment as Mrs. Cheyne
registered her long. angular signature.
Chapter Xxx. La Femme Propose
THE wagonroad to the Lone Tree skirted
the mountains for way, and then
wound through a nick in the foothills into
level vale of natural parks. meadows, and
luxuriant grass bordered by pines and cot
tonwoods, beneath which tiny streams me-
andered their leisurely way down to the
plains below.
Mrs. Cheyne emerged from the scrub oak
delightedly. Its like Central Park for
Brobdingnags, she cried. Il feel as though
Apache ought to have seven-league horse
shoes. As a piece of landscape gardening
it's remarkably well done; for Nature IS SO
apt to make mistakes. Only Art is uner
ring She breathed deep and sighed, Here
it seems that Nature and Art are one; but
it's all on such big scale. 1t makes me feel
SO tiny-lm not sure that l like 1t, JEFF
Wrav don't fancy being an insect. And
the mountainous Will they never come
any nearer? We've been riding toward them
for an hour; but they seem as far away as
ever | know now why it was that liked
YOU: because Your eyes mirrored only big
things-nobody can have mountain for
friend without joining the Immortal Fellow
ship. 1t makes it SO easy to scorn lesser
things-hke bridge and tess. Imagine
mountain at an afternoon teal
left rode beside her, answering IN mono
syllables The road now climbed a wood OF
tall oaks, rock pines, and spruces, through
which the sunlight filtered uncertainty, dap
ping fern and moss with vagrant amber.
Somewhere near them a stream gushed
among the rocks, and breeze crooned in the
boughs. Rita Cheyne stopped talking and
listened for she knew not what. There was
mystery here-the voice of the prlmeval,
calling to her down the ages! She glanced
at left, who sat loosely on his horse, his gaze
on the trail She had believed he shared her
own emotions; but she knew by the look in
his eyes that his thoughts were elsewhere.
She spoke SO suddenly that he looked up
startled.
"Why don't YOU say something? This
place makes me think about Time and about
Death, the two things most abhor. Come,
let's get out of here!'
APACHE sprang forward up the trail at
the bidding of his mistress, whose small
heels pressed his TANKS. Again and again she
urged him on and out into the afternoon sun
light beyond, while Jeff thundered after. He
caught her at the top of a cambridge halt
mile away, where they pulled their horses
down to walk
what was the matter?' said Jeff. "You
rode as if the devil was after YOU
ooh, no-I'm not afraid of the devil. It's
the mystery of the infinite. That wood
why don't the dead oak branches fallo They
look like gibbets. Ugh" She shuddered
and laughed. Didn't you feel it,"
Feel what?'
"Spooky.'
mo. | camped there once when l was
prospecting That stream you jumped was
Dead Mans Creek
"He must be there yet, the dead man. 1t
was like tomb. Who was he?'
"A soldier He deserted from Fort Gar
land, and was killed by some Mexicans.
They buried him under a pile of stones.
what disagreeable place! It's like a
cemetery for dead hopes. | won't go back
You'll have to take me around some other
way"
"What are you afraid OFF,
I'm afraid of melancholy hate un-
happiness! | was born to be amused-I
won't be unhappy she said almost fercely.
4Why should be? have everything in the
world that most people want. If see any
thing that want and haven't got, go and
get it.
you're lucky
She shrugged. $50 people say. l do as |
,1aaca I a1uayc have and ALWAYS will Won