New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-09-01

ooh / remember-we we're playing at being serious.
Pm tired of playing that: lets be silly.
IT defv YOU to be any siler than we have been!"
laughed Mark. Good Heavens, what nonsense We
have been talking! Think of bothering about Heaven
or Hell or Eternity itself on day IKE tns! It's 50
glorious be alive and here and you and mewhat
Which he did and Priscilla shouted too Then they
looked at each other and gave way TO hilarious mrh
IT do love YOU when you're silly cried Mark
You're 50 beautifully silly! Oh, how splendid
how splendid it is to be WEI!
PRISCILLA shivered suddenly. I'm cold, she
L said And think want to go home have
headache, and I'm tired. ,u,
How hateful" mourned Mark. why didn't
Won tell me, and | shouldn't have been 50 tlresome'
Never mind: | ought to have known. How could
have screamed and laughed and talked that way when
YOU were tired? Is it bad headache Gan you
walk? DO you want me to carry you, 49,
Its nothing" denied Priscilla. III | rest Just
little it will be perfectly all right OF course can
walk. Talk all the time, please, and don't be ndcu-
Ious about having made noise. | like noise
Il like it when | make it, admitted Marx But
sometimes | hate it. This is the path to the house
There are some of the adventure seekers getting
berries" said Priscilla. Il see them througl the
trees. There is someone in a white dress with green
she has big green hat
"Of course, replied Priscilla quickly. "Now see
her hair How bright it is! And the man IS Arthur
Gordon. ,r
IF YOU walk 50 fast you will tire yourself, rcpoyed
Mark And we're almost there, anyway. see
the gate"
tets go round by the rose garden. My hair is in
most horrible state and Elizabeth would have hys
terics il she saw my shoes. SO we'll spare her
Poor Priscilla you look as if you had had as as many
adventures as Ulysses" laughed Mark. On, look
out-there goes your dress again.
II don't care" she declared reckessy. It's
because there are 50 many roses. Wait, I'll give you
some real ones for that tawdry reward.
No" said Mark They die. | hate dead roses"
II had forgotten" said Priscilla softly. " Il has
been a beautiful day, Mark loved 1t ALL even the
spotted COWS.
But there haven't been any adventures. Aren't
YOU coming back, Playmate!'
i don't know. DO you want me!
4" began Mark.
ALL hail, good folk" came strident voice from
the end of the garden. Nv nat are you DONG IN
this unadventurouS spot? saw you headed TINS way
but nv attention was somewhat distracted, as at that
precise instant Iacquene turned her foot. We
iimped home together and am now all, all alone
Is anything wrong with YOU
Nothing except complete nervous exhaustion,
replied Priscilla ." | am a shattered wreck, my good
friend and a broken spirit. | have been pursued by
the beasts Of the field And am now going % retreat
to a less narrowing atmosphere.
Aren't YOU coming back;' asked Mark
"I'll send word. No. don't bother to come tor
II will bother" rctorted Arthur irately, because
have 10 60 that way to get to my SaddlenoTse mat
is going 10 bear swiftly over hill and dale. But
if my company is obnoxious to you, III folio" az ten
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You are insane" smiled Priscilla, "Gooihy
Mark in case don't see you again.
"Goodby till tea, in that unhappy advent, smiled
Mark.
Il feel singuarly nopportune," murmured Arthur
unhappiy -partings-who am | 20 hover
near at hand? | withdraw
80 do l." laughed Priscilla. Never mind the
door: the window is open and we can 60 through lat
Goodby. Mark
"Goodby. Playmate" he called back hap. y.
He waited for minute until the little figure had van.
ishcd through the open window, until the voice had
died away Then he took out the crushed, Silkcn rose
.Nv dearl" whisncred Mark ooh. my lo.r.