The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-09-25

character Will ylelQ TO every Wn1m
q woman. whether wife or daughter
"I heard Of man the other de
who whipped his wife" she said in
faraway tone of voice. 'Come. n
horse is ready: go with me for rio
today. I am going to take you acros
the river and show you a prett
drive''
They were soon lost in the dee
shadows of the stately pine forest tbs
lay beyond the Catawba. The Foa
was q cross country. narrow way tha
wound in and out around the bi
trees
They logged slowly along while,
bathed his soul in the joy Of her pres
ence. There seemed to him a magi
power in the touch of her dress as sh,
sat in the little buggy so close by hii
side. For hours again he lay at hel
feet and drank the wine of her beauty
until his heart was drunk with love.
Once he opened his lips to tell her
and a great fear awed him into silence
He longed to pour out to her his pas
sion. but feared her answer. He had
studied her every word and tone and
look and hand pressure since he had
known her. He was sure she loved
him. And yet he was not sure.
What picture she made under the
dark. cool shadows! Her dress was
again Of spotless white that seemed
now to have been woven out Of the
foam of the river. Her throat was
bare. her cheeks flushed. and her wavy
hair the wind had blown loose into a
hundred stray ringlets about her face
and neck. Her lips were trembling with
a smile at his speeches. admiration.
"You seem to have, been struck
dumb" she said. Isn't this glorious?"
Beyond words, Miss Sallie. didn't
know there was such spot on the
earth
This is my fa7orite perch. Art and
wealth could never make anything like
this. | could come here and sit and
dream all day alone If mamma would
let me-"
He tried to begin the story Of love,
but every time his tongue refused to
move. He was trembling with nervous
hesitation and began to dig hole in
the sand with his heel.
What is the matter with you to-
day? l never saw you so serious and
moody"
A female hooking bird in modest
dove colored dress lit on a swaying
limb whose tips touched the. still
water Of the eddy at their feet. and
her mate. with head erect. far up on
the topmost twig of the ash. struck
softly the first note of his immortal
love poem. the dropping song.
Listen! He's going to sing his drop
ping song!' CASTOR cried in a whisper
He sang his first stanza in a low,
1reamy voice. and then as the sweet
hess Of his love and the glory of his
triumph grew on his bird soul he
fitted his clear notes higher and higher
Until the woods on the banks Of the
liver rang with it's melody.
His mate turned her eyes upward
md quietly twittered a sweet little an
'wer.
His response rang like silver trum-
let far up in the sky. He sprang ten feet
nto the air and slowly dropped. sing
ng. singing his long trilling notes Of
netting sweetness. He stoppSd on the
opmost twig. sat a moment. never
easing his matchiess song. and then
egan to fall downward from limb to
NIB toward his mate. pouring out his
oul in mad Abandonment Of joy. but
rowing softer. sweeter. more tender
8 he drew nearer. They could see her
rembie now with pride and love at his
pproach. as she glanced timidly up-
7ard and answered him with maiden
lodesty. At last. when he reached
er side. his song was so low and
Heet and dreamlike it could scarcely