The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-07-02

your handling, And I repeat. ten
thousand pardons." He lifted his hat:
his bold eyes flashed in a smile.
Statira smiled back and they parted.
AT the corner she glanced across
her shoulder. He was standing a few
PAGES from the place wnere they had
met, watching her. Statira blushed
violently and hurried into her house.
Now he knows whore 1 live" she
what eyes he had
pale, liehtless. blue eyes. and shook
her head. They had never held fo,
her such a look of frank admiration
as she had found in the strangers.
Statira flung down her parcels up
on the table, sank into a chair ana
gave herself up to thought. She had
q fondness for black eyes. The strange
man vas all things Amos Madison
was not. He a tall. slender. dark.
with an indescribable look of distinc-
ton. But who was he? What had
brought him to Westmore? And VIVA,
had there been about her to attract
his admiration? Statira got up and
went TO the glass to see.
Il believe I'm real romantic after
ALL" she thought. "All the same,
wonder fl hope I shall see hin.
again"
Her mother entered the room. Il
thought you'd have them all open by
this time she said. referring to the
parcels. Did You buy anything a,
iLenox-Madison's? Did YOU see
Amos"
Yes. ! saw Amos"
He's we'll. I hope. He hasn't been
in for some time. I did hope, Statty.
that this spring you'd decide on Amos
enc way or the other. He's getting
along in years. You've kept him
dangling long enough"
Il keep him dangling?" cried Sta.
tira anerily. Mother. you amaze me
Amos has never asked me to marry
him, anyway. He's as different from
ny ideal as black is from white"
Mrs. Peel got angry in her turn
'1deai-ideal--a woman of Your age
harpins about ideals" she said. Jus,
let me tell YOU Statty. that you'll find
water running uphill easier than
you'll ever find your ideal"
She sat down in her accustomed
place ny the window n terked her
workstand forward. Fifteen minutes
later she called statira in from the
kitchen. For PHYS sake. come here.
Statty. Who's the man that's walk
ing up and down on the other side
or the street gazing at this house? If
he doesn't stop it I shall phone for a
policeman"
Statira peeped out and turned pale.
As. she appeared the black-eved
stranger lifted his hat with a flourish
ard swung OUT of sight around the
corner.
Well said." Mrs. Peel turned a
sharp and disappearing gaze upon her
daughter. He recognized YOU. Who
is he, Statty?"
Il don't know" faltered statira.
"Iou don't know? Then what did
he mean by raising his hat to YOU !?
Don't tell me you've taken to flirting
at your age with a beau like Amos
Madison"
statira tried to laugh. All the same
she felt as If the genie We're out Of the
bottle. She hurried back into the
kitchen and proceeded with her lunch
getting. But her heart was in a de-
licious tur1ult of excitement. All her
girlish dreams were futtering impa-
tient wings about her head. When
she looked into her teapot she seemed
to see the strangers bold black eyes;
h saw them again in the loaf of
bread h sliced; h heard his deep,
rich voice in the kissing of the tea
kettle. He was everywhere; he filled
her imagination. her heart. her fancy.
Somehow she got lunch upon the
table and undertook the task of pour
ing the tea. Only coiorless fluid flow-