Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-05

splashed her new stockings; but she did not
care She had discovered a motive in life,
and followed her quest open eyed, knowing
that already she was rearranglng her scale
of values to suit her present condition.
After awhile Markham glanced at her and
drew alongside. "Discouraged?' he asked
mot a Bit" she smiled at him. @But |
hadn't an idea that rain was so wet
Il promised you the fountain springs of
life-rot a deluge," he laughed. "But it
won't last" he added cheerful1y with a
glance at the sky. at should clear soon.'
Il don't care. The sunshine will be much
the more welcome
He smiled at her approvingly. @You are
learning. That's vagabond philosophy.
He was true prophet. In an hour a brisk
wind from the west had blown the storm
away and FURNISHED the sky like new jewel
All things animate suddenly awoke, and
field and road were alive with people. The
birds appeared from tree and bush, and set
joyously about getting their belated break
fasts A miracle had happened, it seemed to
Hernia The blood in her veins surged de-
liciously, and all the world rejoiced with her.
And yeti was merely that the sun had
come out!
THEY had mounted a high hill and stopped
for breath at its summit. The country
out for their inspection. Down there in the
valley the river chose its leisurely course
northward to the Seine, and beyond it the
harlequin checkerboard of vine and meadow,
the sentinel poplars, and to the east the blue
hills Tiny villages, each with its slender
campanile, made incidental notes of life and
color, and here and there afar the tall Chin
news of factories stained the sky. About
them in the nearer fields were hay wagons
and workers, men and women their shouts
and songs floating up the hill refined and
mellowed by the distances.
Hernia took the air into her lungs and
surveyed the landscape.
"A1l this" said Markham, 3is yours and
mine. You see, when you have nothing,
everything belongs to you"
She laughed. @You won't dare to put
that philosophy to the test. There's a de-
icious odor of cooking food. If everything
belongs to me, I'll trouble you for the con-
tents of that coffeepot.'
4Not hungry already!'
3Frightfully so. haven't eaten for ages.
He looked at his watch. cts only eleven;
but of course"
@Oh, don't let me interfere with your
plans"
@You don't. 1 have no plans. Well go
into camp at once
They descended the hill, and after awhile
found a secluded spot near the riverbank.
Markham quickly unstrapped the donkey's
pack, and to Hermia's surprise drew forth
loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of
red wine, which he set out with some pride
on fiat rock nearby.
@This, he announced, us Our dejenney d la
fonrchette won't apologize for it.
Wonderful man! Somehow you remind
me of the sleight of hand performer pro-
ducing an omelet from silk hat. don't
think I've ever been really hungry before in
my life."
He opened the bottle with the corkscrew
on his pocket knife and watched her MUNICH
ing hungrily at the rye bread.
HHalf the pleasure in life, after all. is want
ing a thing and getting it," he observed.
9How can you want anything if you've al
ready got itl'
al can't" she mumbled, her mouth full,
sunless perhaps it's this bread"
He passed the bottle to her, and she drank
from it sparingly, passing it to him again.
"Every wine is vintage wine if you're
thirsty enough" he added. @The trouble
with our world is that most of its people are
always about half full of food. You can't
really enjoy things to eat or things to drink
unless you 'requite empty. It's thesam thing
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