The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-10-27
REkKT ANOTHER MAN
sY LousE HEILcERs

2hen III Eou enls baek,- asked
ne al@A
Next srE1n8- answered ths uz1-
-I-zr V1ez rls le1Ves are green
szzI b here Virh Yo1 zgzfn
Ilsy are yell1E noE. said the %
1an. her eyes o1 the fading trees
a1car then A cold Hrtle wind seat
plsaEy q hronzs and solzsn treasure
fzIen from their hrznc1es scurrylng
sEoaE tAeir feet
IAers vas 3 sAeH q damp earth
and brzekau Il rke air On the gray
river heyoad more yellow leaves hoal-
e6. EsrzIls 70 the wzLsr fowl Ct the
coming winter.
Il Is not easy IN the autumn 70 think
q sr-ng
TIE yozng ronan sighed a. she
iooke1
IT EiH seen a long time she
said
-Bur spring comes every year. just
the same the man reminded her 1T
is here really an the while buried IN
the bark and she earth. Just waiting
f0@ she siszal 70 cCme 10 lie again.
II was not thinking OF the spring
just then said the woman. but OF
you
what are six mOnthsy asked the
man; SIX months out Of a iifetlme2"
Everything or nothing" the woman
returned You may forget
~But. on the other hand, ! might re
member" The man slipped an arm
through hers caressingls. ~Come.
Marion. cheer up. refuse to be de-
pressed By dismal prophecies ! am
yours you are mine. Nothing can
alter that-save death"
And another woman The words
slipped from her almost unconscious
ly You uill meet so many on your
travels, and the nearest woman is al
ways the dearest"
''You talk a. If we're some silly
boy the man frowned ~fiave ! ever
given you cause to be jealous Of me,
Marion?"
mo- she answered. truthfully.
"8ut then you have never been away
before"
Next time you shah come with me,
the man promised her. I'VE shall be
married Marion. when the leaves are
green"
He caught her to him with a sudden
passion Marion, think Of the spring
and me-" he whispered to her.
But, womanlike. she could only think
OF the coming winter.
A man and girl walked upon the
grassy slope OF a hill in southern
France. All about the crocuses
cleaned like jewels among the grass
The sun was daffodll, the wind had
handfuls of yiolets, the sky was big
hyacinth
Il love the spring-dont your" said
the girl. turning pink and vivid face
to his. 1T makes me feel as II we're
being born again. Everything seems
80 fresh and new"
'You make the spring for me-" an
swered the man, and his hand touched
her dark, uncovered hair.
"But ] don't make the sun and the
buds and the flowers" objected the
girl smilingly. AND the leaves-see
how green they arei"
His hand fell from her hair.
when the leaves are green" What
had he promised another woman last
year? To be back when the leaves
we're green again.
The leaves were green. He caught
his breath; then suddenly a thought
came to his aid The trees were green
here--yes--in the south, but in Eng
land they would still be bare and toss
empty branches TO the sparrows and
the wind.
He had another month at least. He
turned impatiently 70 the girl.
Kiss me, he said imperatively.
Their lips met.
In April trees are green. But April
came and went, and one woman
walked alone; May, June and July
sped by, all rose and gold; august
stalked through the land with
scythe beneath his arm; September,
red-cheeked. with wind-blown hair,
pabbeu lihS q uItdm dhiOub tHc VI
chards. Then came October and the
fall of the leaves.
A man and a woman walked to-
gether through the woods to where
the water cleaned among the trees.
like a big, white bird with wings out
stretched
you are six months late" the wo-
man answered duly.
''But journeys end in lovers meet
ings.' he returned lightly. business
kept me, sweetheart-not my will"
"You are six months late" the wo
man said again. ''Too late" she add
ed significantly.
He stared at her. what do you
mean ?" he asked
She turned suddenly and faced him,
a red spot Of color in either cheek. her
eyes dark, intense.
what does il mean." she asked,