The broad ax. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1895-19??, 1911-08-12

NC COulu ny SUCCESSFUL olese 70 SEVERN
feminine hearts; that be was still quite
capable Of victory.
he had been spending August alone
up In the mountains, and be bad en-
Joyed a month Of fishing. tramping and
dreaming to his hearts content. On
his way home he'd stop for a week or
two at a certain little hotel reported to
have good cuisine and rest q strained
wrist before going back to business.
CHANGING casually over the hotel reg
lister. be saw the name OF Mrs. John
Burgess. There arose IN the mans
breast curious sensation, but he pull
ed himself together.
"How absurd" he upbraided himself
as he walked away from the desk. "As
II there were not hundreds OF John
Burgesses. Why. l might even have
eoaxed myself into believing that I re-
membered her handwriting"
An hour or 80 later, however, he
met her on the lawn. Their eyes IN
expectedly encountered one another.
Can It beT' cried he, with boyish
incredulity. She extended her hand
81 think II can" she answered. with
that little half smile on the corner Of
her pure lip which be remembered %
well
Mrs. Burgess had escaped the half
kittenish challenge of the middle aged
woman who viii not abjure conquest.
She did not move to the shade Of the
tree nor even open her parasol. She
stayed precisely where she was. with
q streak Of harshly revealing sunlight
playing havoc with such loneliness as
time had left to her. After awhile
the warmth Of the sun OF some other
warmth she knew not Of brought into
her pale chepks that glow which
| James WalShis first rnSpS had brought.
oh. 50 many Years n.so.
That night time and again Mr. Walsh
drove away the memory Of the wOm-
ans deeting hulf smile. yet 1t returned
allurement Finally he fell asleep and
dreamed Of her.
The next morning at breakfast he
found himself unarcnEntably aGitated-
She was not In the room when he ar
rived. and all the other bOarders, even
the pretty young girl with the quiet
gray eyes. seemed TO him Ike so many
hgureheads What II he had not real
II seen her yesterday? What II It had
all just been in the dream last night?
But at last she came. and the beauty
Of no radiant goddess could have
| pierced so straight into his breast as
did this woman's tired loveliness. In
her simple white morning gown she
seemed TO him the soul Of sensitive del
icacy and serenity.
He recalled how, being essentially
feminine. she always pitied suffering.
80 now he made his strained wrist q
pretext for being near her. She her
self ministered to him. binding 1t firm
" and gently. Her breath. sweet as
an infants. touched his brow. They
lunched en- tete-a-tete and that after
noon took drive together in a hired
trap.
Mr.. Walsh's intended week was pro-
longed to a fortnight. During that time
his eyer followed Mrs. Burgess. and.
Au4CC1s uAN ANEA AAA uAHos W. A1NA
more frequently than she herself ap
proved. She thought Of her position.
her children nf what might he ridicu-
1ous in the situation. Of the gossip and
espionage az the guests. Once or twice
she had herd few srOhngS. with a
note Of mirth. Mt the devotion Of Mr.
Walsh. amt u hrd made her super
sensitive
But all of these trivial. objections
Vanished like mist before the syn on
the day when be laid bis heart bare
before her. when he showed her that
beneath his apparent prosperity be
was hunc-y-he had always been hun
Ry-fOr cOmpaniOnship and sympathy.
"And you could make me 80 happy.
oh. so happy. dPa; II ,ru would marry
me-" he AS ayirr ~ they walked
slowly HE ug lie ruad the day before
his depnrtUrr her arm lay lightly
upUn his liz eyes were shining. and
there was warm CirIish tint in her
pale cheeks.
Wont you' I need you sor' be
pleaded. Just then they were passing
q huge willow tree.
Now. yelled and Swallowed from the
world by the willows dropping green,
sitting on the lush grass were two
young people to whom love had Just
sung its first sweet song. Naturally
they'd started a bit when they heard
approaching footsteps. but they might
have spared the start. Neither Of them
was observed.
81 always did think Mrs. Burgess
was sweet looking. Billy" said Miss
Tyson. absently pressing a cool. bend
ing branch OF willow across her hot
cheek, "but Just then she looked posi-
lively beautiful"
"Yes, sweetheart" acquiesced the
wise Billy. "Why shouldn't she? She's
having her St Martins summer. you
see.P