Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-18

am not in a courtyard and stroking horse. The
way she looked to him was, you know:
The maiden standing in the dewy light
He had not dreamed she was SO beautiful
Swiftly flush of pleasure and pride crept into the
girls cheeks she looked down in the softly serious
face with its wide dark eyes and patrican lines ind
Gated beneath its sturdy manllness.
1.-The courtesy of honest Lowell she murmured.
Eyes, but not like Gawains:
Courtesy with touch of traitor in it,
And stayed and cast his eyes on fair Elaine
Where could be found face daintier? then her shape
From forehead down to foot perfect"
There faint culver to her lips and a new
in her voice she stopped to bring her face
nearly to the level of his and with slight gesture
toward him drew him unconsclousy nearer, she saId
"And you, without shield my noble knight out
of Kingdom of Romance, how may know your narne?"
IL am Bertrand-Elaine.
Oh, will you call me that? l may as well tell you
that you can bet anything you've got that will love
only one; and though know King Arthur is dead
and the Round Table is more, and we wear clothes
instead OF ring the bell instead of blow the horn
there castle gates, anyhow and all of the differ
ent things that are different-it is just the same
thinking as it used to be- And you don't need to
fret Elaine. swear love you something fierce. And
since have found you quick, wasn't quite ready to
in the library only awhile ago. but all the pledge
you full many holy vow and pure resolve"
Closely intensely she scanned his earnest face, his
glowing eyes, and the firm of his red lips and half
sitting the rock beside her. drew him to her SIDE
kissing his temples the edge of the soft hair saying
she did 50, Sir Bertrand all the magic of Merlin
put this love into mind to leave poor picture
there and then lead you this beautiful spot in the
heart of miles of the cys unbeautifulness Forgive
for not expecting you, Sir Bertrand; but do
you love truly and well, and am | like the picture
that came up in your mind in the library?'
He had put his arms about her neck with thrilling
shyness and now he drew back to look at her in the
growing gloom. Yes, it IS bully likeness; but you
much more beautiful honest, and ever
much more!
Il do not believe many maids have had such
truly romantic love this, Sir Bertrand, and
the one to throw away. too will love you truly and
we'll"
And wait for long time?"
"A long time, Dear?"
Yes-well, rather long. You see, could hardly get
job just yet, spose
will, Sir Bertrand, as long as you wish; but, not
to be with you, not to your face '-surey-"
Clear, vibrant the half removed of the city
the cathedral bells struck into the ancient
litany with which they unfailingly prefaced the
booming strokes of the hour.
No, III see you. all the time That is
seven. Gee whizz! got to beat it home l
don't want to go-Elaine-" The true lovers
usefulness shone in his eyes, spoke in his voice.
But will see you here at sunset tomorrow
evening, Sir Bertrand. Kiss me goodnight"
For little moment he drew back, looked
into her face if drinking it in then kissed her.
She was gone round the bend of the walk. He
looked down at his white sleeves that stood out
SO in the gloom. He was keenly conscious of
night beetle that struck him on the cheek in
its bewildered, laundering course. He
awake! 1t was true! great surgng joy filled
, his heart, and with one joyous whoop he set out
running low and Indian like, taking short cut
4 for the aleyway by which he could reach the
I back door and get up to the bathroom before
IT. the dinner bell should go.
N Somehow as he thought of it afterward in the
library, it strange that he could not
Il n member what he had eaten for dessert.
VII The whole house seemed changed, and, picking
4 up the book Of tales where he had dropped it, he
I looked at the picture with fierce joy He had
sweeter romance of his now. Scornfully
I'M he turned the pages and looked at the toned
\. prints of all the dear fair array of the
VI saints of the lovers religion.