The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1911-01-26
CHAPTER II. (contlnued.)

phone, when ! invited her, II want
you to know him. He'll be crazy
about you That type Of man, big and
deadly earnest, always falls in love
with your type OF girl, the appealing
sort you know. And he has beer
too busy, up to now, to know what
gove is. But mind. don't hurt him:
hes a dear boy. I'm half in love with
him myself. and Dallas trots around
at HE heels like a poodle"
But all Anne's geese are swans, so
4 thought little Of the HARRISON man
sxcept to hope hat he played respect
able bridge, and wouldn't mark the
cards with a steel spring under his
singer nail, as one OF her finds" had
done.
We all arrived about the same time,
and Anne and went upstairs togeth-
& take off our wraps in what had
been Bella's dressing room. 1t was
Anne who noticed the violets.
Look at that" she nudged me,
when the maid was examining her
wrap before she laid it down. What
did ! tell you, Kit? He's still quite
mad about her"
Jim had painted Bella's portrait
while they were going up the Nile on
their wedding trip. Ii looked quite
Ike her, II you stood well off in the
middle OF the room and If the light
same from the right. And just be-
meath It, in a silver case, was q
bunch OF violets. II was really touch
eng, and violets were fabulous. II
made me want to cry, and to shake
Bella soundly. and to go down and
pat Jim on his generous shoulder, and
tell him what a good fellow | thought
Aim, and that Bella wasn't worth the
dust under his feet. | don't know
much about psychology, but 1t would
Dc interesting to know just what eff
feet those violets and my sympathy
for Jim had in influencing my decision
a half-hour later. II is not surprising,
under the circumstances, that for some
time after the odor of violets made
me III.
We all met downstairs In the living
room, quite informally. anu Dallas
was banging away at the pianola,
erampIng the pedals with the delicacy
and feeling of a football center-rush
kicking a goal. Mr.. HARRISON was
standing near the fire, a little away
from the others, and he was all that
Anne had said and more in appear
ance. He was tall-not too tall. and
-A-. A4IA g.. 800 -@A
past the oddly of his face being
bronze-colored above his white collar,
and OF his brown hair being sun
hieached on top until 1t was almost
yellow. n realized that he was very
handsome. He had what one might
pleasant, rather humorous, mouth.
And he had blue eyes that were, at
that moment, wandering with interest
the lot of us. Somebody shout
cd his lame to me above the Tristan
and Isolde music, and | held out my
hand
Instantly / had the feeling one
sometimes has, of having done just
that same thing. with the same sur
roundings, In the same place, years
before. l was looking up at him, and
he was staring down at me and hold
ting my hand. And then the music
stopped and he was saying:
~Where was it?"
where was what?" I asked. The
yelling was stronger than ever with
his voice.
II beg your pardon" he said, and
yst my hand drop. "Just for a second
\ had an idea that we had met before
somewhere, a long time ago. / sup
pose-no. 1t couldn't have happened.
or / should remember" He was smi-
hing, half at himself.
mo" l smiled back at him. 1T
atdn't happen, I'm afraid---unless we
dreamed It."
~We?"
Il felt that way, too. for . moment"
ssThe Brushwood Boy!" he said with
~ruvfction. Perhaps wo will find a
common dream life. where we knew
each other. You remember the Brush
wood Boy loved the girl for years be-
fore they really met" But this was
: little too rapid, even for me.
.Nothing so sentimental. I'm
afraid" i retorted. Il have had ex'