The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-08

ing for yUu .--.~- .--.., nrsu day. But I was called south. and when 1 came back you had vanished" He spoke reminiscently.
 ''The first day? I don't quite under stand" queried she.
 ':I was coming down in the elevator, harried to death. my mind in a fright SaI state of turmoil. I found you watching me from some crowded cor ner, and looked directly into your eyes" He studied her now with smile serious and tender. "I looked, and it was like bathing ones face in a pool of spring water after a hot journey" he ended simply
 It came back with such unmistaka- ble vividness to Anna that she spoke spontaneously:
 "You did look worried"
 "Oh, you remember. too?" he cried. ''I can't tell you how glad that makes me. couldn't get you out of my mind somehow. You see, never did get you out of my mind. Some faces stay with us. Yours steyed."
 The woman beside him had become very grave, feeling the beat of her pulse quicken with the distant surge of a strange joy, a joy indistinct as the tremor of an unrisen sun. yet all pervasive. Realizing her danger, delft ly she veered her mood.
 "Yes, I passed our old elevator boy on the street few months ago. she remarked casually, stopping to pat the mastiffs head. "I remembered his face, too, though it had been over a decade since saw him.
 The mans face was rueful as he nod ed appreciation of her tactics.
 Below them was the broad expanse of the Hudson, scintiIlating as sap- phir9 in the glow of the summer after noon. A yachting party steaning up river waved hats and hand!zer hiefs at them in pure good fellowship. It seem ed good to be alive. Temple pulled two chairs under the shade of the trees, and they sat down. In the dis tance the c'iffs of the Palisades rose and beckoned allurirgly.
 "Do you know what I used to call them, those clifrs ?" said he. seeing his companions eyes upon them. My enchanted palaces. When I was a child the palace of enchantment meant the future, the mysterious, ineffable future when I should be grown up when I should be a man, when the world would be my garden, the world and life and all their riches mine tc explore, to adventure in. And. oh. th people by whom the world and the fu ture were inhabited, the cavalcadini knights, the lovely princesses! Love and glory and ali manner of romance had them for the wish. .ng. Did yCl ever have such an enchinted palace Miss DaIe?'' asked he whimsicaI.y.
 "Yes," acquiesced she softly, faIlin. In with his mood, the sympathet bond which nlways asserted itsei when she was not on guard. drawin her once again. 'Oh. yes; I, to- had my enchanted palace, a many pii nacled palace built of gold and silve: ivory, alabaster and mother of pear the fountains in it's courts r-a wit perfumed waters" Her voice trailC of dreamily, and Temple thrilled wit the music of 1t. And it's pleasaunr was an orchard of pomegranates. On had no need to spare ones cOlors, yo- know" She turned to him with a: adorable smile.
 "I know" He was at one with he now, responding intuitively to the pla of her emotions. And the stars Ie. COuESSS NO hSAl 4OE yOus 0A0 LII winds of heaven vied with each othe to prosper your galleons-wasn't 1t hL that?" He looked at her; she WE scarcely listening; she was watehiE the sunlight catching on the tops the Palisades. It was just as well; | was safer in his inspection of her so.
 "Uh-huh! Like that" she said. h ears mechanically following his word ''I dare say" she went on musinGly, '' must be that we pass the enchant palace while we are asleep. Surel at first. 1t s before us-we can see glistening in the distance, like u peaks yonder. We shall reach it morrow, next month. next year. AT then one morning we wake up and and it Is behind us. We've passed and we can't turn back. We must ou." Her voice ended in a little hal sob.
 Gro Be Continued.)