Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-11

on downward mile, the gree.i man of thu
plains unrolled in far perspective. It Wa
that time Of day when lizards, like bronze
ornaments quickened into life, crawl out
to sun themselves and catch the earliest
flies.
In veranda chair David lay doing.
A voluminous white and blue kinsono.
built to cover Justus Hemmes, furnished
a drapery more than ample for him.
bandages and ALL Not to stir had been
his orders for the day.
Ut don't want to- he thought, sleepily.
Through his lashes he could watch the
blue mountains. ridged with sunlight and
full Of crinkled shadows. This was ef-
fort enough; this. with now and then q
lazy rowing OF the eyes, to search along
the blossoming garden. At its far end,
beside the graceful shaft OF q lakka tree,
David could follow the shining of Mary
flowers.
mo. this is good" He shut his eyes
again. What was it. somewhere, about
snother girl doing that-"herself fairer
The only sounds in all the wide MORN
ing were drowsy and comfortable. A
mountaineer, idling down some distant
path, trailed his high, wavering song like
hlament Of sorrow. Coolies. who passed
in the road, hailed one another unsteady.
as they shifted q piculan burden YEARLY
to shoulder 1t afresh.
This lofty garden was very peaceful.
To lie there motionless. with closed eyes
ana futter OF warm breeze upon the
face. gave curiously tranquil sense OF
being carried on the Undertaking. bosom
OF the mountain. And yet. while Davids
body rested his mind could not sink back
At ease. He lay thinking more and more
OF another quiet place. where, as now,
he had touched the bottom of exhaustion.
Pictures thronged his memory, pictures
and sounds-the lighted hut in the cocoa
nut grove. with breakers roaring far out
as they charged the reef; the messenger
arm rising like snake: the smell of hot
sealing wax. the scratching of an ar
rested pen. the silver locket and the
cover OF Punch that lay beside q stream
him with their new reality; but nothing
SO much as to perceive how utterly his
chief errand had failed. and how, even
II 1t had. not. the outcome reared before
him like blank WALL strait gate.
sealed forever. The other man might lie
content in his high chancel Of palm trees
Well-fn time" thought David. In
time he would look back on everything
Alright would think soberly and calmly
of her, as Of all good influences. He
opened his eyes and saw her moving
about the garden. Too soon yet he dis
covered. and therefore let his sight range
past her to the hills. Dark, powerfully
blue and sharp Of edge. but liquefied by
the zigzag umbrage in ravines. they
thanked the vista of the plain. Morsels
OF white crater smoke hung aloft in sun.
shine.
And I shall remember this place." he
continued. in his musing.
bird flicked out from q cassia clump
on his right and darted over the garden.
It left tassels OF bloom swinging among
the leaves. David was vacantly watch.
ing their motion, when he heard a light
fOOtstep behind the bush. over which.
next moment. few something no larger
than the bird. Through a short curve IL
flashed from sunlight to shade and fell
accurately into the lap of his kimono.
He saw q motley turbah bobbing as some
one ran OF behind the screen Of cassia.
Go be concluded tomorrow)