The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1912-09-29

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steep incline the other side and that
is why they disappeared so quickly"
mo, there is "a cut up there. Don't
you notice how abrupt if looks, and there
are no trees or bushes. They haven't
had time to grow since the cut was
made. And those big Jumps, see, COW
cred with grass, they are the earth
thrown up out of the cut. It's the
Grand Trunk. 1t runs through Maine,
YOU know, into New Hampshire"
Henrietta nodded and frowned.
There is no more romance" and she
threw out her hands. with a graceful
gesture of hopeless disappointment. ct
went when the first steam engine
came"
Bartlett looked at her, amused, with
mans tolerance What do you want
romance for? A railroad pays better"
Pays, pays, pays" cried Henrietta.
Il want something that doesn't pay
that isn't associated with returns. You
men have nothing but bank book for
a heart It's so lovely here, so quiet
Don't you feel it? With the shadows
creeping across the pasture? / was
young and beautiful"
And a princess"
mo, a goose maid. Ny hair was
brown and thick and hung over each
shoulder in two long braids. l was
bareheaded, with sleeves rolled to the
elbows of my shapely arms"
You would have got malaria" said
Bartlett. ITS very damp here. / think
there must be a pond over there in the
woods. You can hear the frogs"
"Oh, yes" agreed Henrietta. 81
would have had malaria and rheuma-
tism, but | wouldn't have cared, then
for you see. had come after the geese,
and down here in the tiny glen, with
the hush of evening over all, l had met
him"
"Who' Mer'
My lover" said Henrietta
Me" said Bartlett, softly. and to
Henrietta's surprise he laid his hand
gently on hers.
Henrietta blushed and looked away.
Her lover, this stout, grim. hard-eyed
man of business? She raised her hands
to her cheeks and her heart futtered
so she could hardly breathe, while be-
fore her startled gage swan the vision
the years had been unconSciously form
ing. Had romance come to her thus
late, in this guise? Was middle-aged
member of the New York Stock Ex-
change her prince?
Henrietta" he asked gently. leaning
toward her, shall | finish my story"
why, no." said Henrietta, there was
no finish. 1t had just begun
Just begun" whispered Bartlett, and
took her suddenly into his arms.
"Oh, please" begged Henrietta, feel
ing that modesty called for some re-
morstrance.
Please" he tainted. When you were
the goose girl and was the prince,
you didn't say please"
Henrietta laughed. And neither did
the prince" she dared him.
NO decent lover would said Bart
lett. bending and kissing her on her
whimsical mouth.
After some little time they saw the
others reappear over the top of the
hill Henrietta had returned to her
seat on the fence and Bartlett was be-
side her. his arm around her waist,
her head on his shoulder with SIM
plicity truly bucolic. So might the
Parkers' shifty-eyed stable boy be WOO
ing the slatternly maid-seryant in some
secluded place behind the barn.
Henrietta Strengthened quickly. and. |
crimson after the manner OF /
the maid-servant, raised her hands TO
her hair so that one side of her Golf
fure might not appear unnecessarily |
fiattened before the sharp eyes of the
youthful Billy.
Aren't we silly" said she. glancing |
at Bartlett with the same expression |
with which the maid-servant would have !
glanced at the stable boy.
why silly" demanded Bartlett we
love each other, don't We? Why |
shouldn't l put my arm around you"
Oh said Henrietta, YOU should.
We seem so old for such
things"
Old" Bartlett laughed. Love is the
oldest thing in the world
Il know" agreed Henrietta, but not
before people.
Why not before people, People
nave become too artificial. They must
not love, nor hate. nor have any feel
ngs. apparently. before people Feel
ngs are interesting and we ought to
show them more"
Henrietta laughed oh. you are silly,
lilly. silly. never knew a New York
broker could be so silly. so silly
There's not a man living whom the
light woman can't make mushy. Women
lever realize how silly men are at bot
ON, my own. They are frightened by
,ur exteriors. by the ingram fear of
he chattel for her master, born in won-
n since Eve handed the larger share
# the apple to Adam"
Il always thought that | would be
lignihed and sweet"
You are. my love"
mo, l am as silly as you. put my
lead on your shoulder just as these
iris do whom you see in Central Park
n Sunday afternoons. | never thought ;
hat l would be like that"
You have never loved before
Indeed. | have. have loved near
Y every one l have ever met. Most all
iris do" :
That isn't love Merely an increased