The Washington herald., 1912-07-07

Winch seated himself on the grass beside
the log and took sandwich, wrapped in oiled
paper, from the pocket OF his Norfolk jacket.
The air was crisply cool but the road was dusty.
and Fergus, leaning over, let the water drbble
into his mouth from the pipe with feeling Of
intense satisfaction. Then he wiped his face,
which the water had despatched, and unwrapped
the sandwich.
He was a tall and very thin young man. best
described as intense" He was intense in every
respect; intensely serious for thing His
annual walking tours light and playful
occasions to Fergus Winch, but serious matters,
and he took them seriously. He knew the exact
stride that gave the utmost progress with the
least exertion, and, having discovered this stride,
he never deviated from it during the entire week
OF walking He walked because week OF walk
ing stored more health than a week spent in
any other way He avoided the favorte hill
tours because hll-climbing overtaxcs the heart,
and this year he had chosen New Jersey for
his tour.
Mr. Winch was about TO set his strong white
teeth in the sandwich when he raised his head
and shifted the air. There could be mistake,
he smelled cheese contingencies as it smells
when melting in a chaing dish while a Welsh
rabbit is being prepared-and he first sat straight,
then arose to his feet and peered around, for il
there was anything Mr. Winch loved it was
Welsh rabbit, sweet, tender, hot and fragrant
The road on either side well wooded but
it was not impossible that small inn might
be lurking somewhere near, and Mr. Winch
turned his head from side to side until he
the odor came from the wood behind him,
and taking his stick in his hand, he clambered
the rail fence and plunged into the wood.
His dark eyes sparkled in anticipation, and
and then he licked his lips, and his mouth
watered, for as he proceeded the pleasant cheese
fragrance became stronger. He pushing his
way carefully through tangle OF blackberry
bushes when, looking up, he stopped short. He
had reached another road, evidently cross-road
leading into the road he had left, but it was not
for this he stopped with his serious eyes opened
to their widest. Seated in the exact middle of
the dusty road before large silver cha6ng dish
young woman robed in blue kirnono.
The alcohol lamp of the chatting dish was baz-
ing; around the chafng dish were ranged various
cans of mustard, shakers OF salt and cayenne,
a large paper bag and beer bottle As Mr..
Winch stared the young woman poured small
quantity of the beer into the melted cheese,
stirred the rabbit briskly, tasted it, and then,
taking the chafng dish carefully by the ebony
handle, emptied the completed rabbit into the
dust of the road, weeping she did So
In sort of semcircle around her. in the dust
were four other Welsh rabbits, and in her hand
was small leather-covered book Now she
plunged the other hand into the paper bag and
drew forth handful OF cubes of yellow cheese
which she threw into the chatting dish, weeping
the while. Mr.. Winch stood as il fascinated
Never could his imagination have warned him
that he would ever come upon a charming young
woman, in blue silk kimono sitting in the
dust of country road, making Welsh rabbits
into which she wept, and then emptying them