Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-03-20

the valet at the Hare aud Tortoise to
send me Il weeks supply Of linen and
an odd suit or two.
At about : o'clock l left Virgins in
first rate spirits and set out ON my re.
turn TO Hopetield Manor
made wrong turn on leaving the
Prescott Arms, and came out pres
emily near katonah village sot m}
bearings Of >hopEecper and >tatsu
again for liopeheld Manor, hu, E.
midaftenoon was warm, and the L
We're steep. and as Miss HOLSTERS &u
miraG'e cob showed signs of WEAKNESS
| drove into 4 fence corner and loosen
ed the mares check On sunny ~topr
several hundred yards above the high
way lay an orchard, advertised 10 Ihe
larcenous eye by the ruddiest of red
apples Not in many years had | rob.
bed an orchard. and | felt irrcSiStihly
drawn toward the gnarled trees. which
We're still. in their old age. ahundantly
fruitful
| drew down a houSh and plucked
my first apple, tasted aud found 1t
good. At my palateS lrst responsive
Utilization something whizzed past my
ear. and, following the flight of the
missile, | sJW an apple of >goodly size
fall and roN away into the grass.
had imagined myself utterly alone
and even row as | looked guiltily
around no one was in sight The ap-
pie had passed my ear swiftly and ut
an angle quite n-Newtonian. 1t had
been fairly aimed at my head and the
law of gravitation did not account for
it AS | continued my scrutiny of the
landscape | was addressed by voice
whose accents were not objurgatory.
Rather. the tone was good natured
and lndulGcnt if not indeed Il tritle
patromzinG. The words were these:
Soup of the evening. beautiful soup!
1t was then that lifting my eyes, |
beheld. sitting lengthwise Of the wall,
with her feet drawn comfortably I'M
der her, girl in white sweater,
bareheaded, munching an apple. There
was no question of identity. 1t was
the girl whose head behind the cash
lerS grill of the ASolando had inter
estcd me on the occasion of my sec
ond visit to the tea room. In soliciting
my attention by reciting line of
verse she had merely followed the
rule of the tea room in like circum-
stances. The casting of the apple at
my head possessed the virtue of nov
city. While | tried to think of some
thlng to\say | pecked at my own APP
pie, but kept an eye on her She CON
cluded her repast calmly and flung
away the core.
II mentioned soup" she remarked.
THE courses are mixed We have
partaken of fruit Are you fish. flesh,
fowl or good red herring?
"Daughter of Eve. will be any.
thing YOU like. I'm obliged for the ap-
pie and | apologize for having enter
ed Eden unlimited"
Its not my Eden. Nobody invited
me. But it's not too much to say that
these apples are grand"
I'm glad We're both in the same
boat. I'm trespasser myself. | don't
even know the name of the owner
but II you have had only one apple
TWO more are coming to you if you fol
low Atalanta's precedent"
Il don't follow presidents, and I've
forgotten the name of the boy who
threw the apples in the race. 1t
doesn't matter, though. Nothing mat.
tiers very much"
Her hands clasped her knees. Her
skirt was short. and was conscious
that she wore tan shoes She con
tlnued to regard me with lazy curl
osity She seemed younger than at
the Asolando. Not more than eight
cen times had apples REDEEMED on the
bough in her lifetime. She was even
slenderer and more youthful in her
sweater than in the sncwy vestments
of the Asolando. Her hair, which In
the glow of the lamp at Asolando cash
desk had been golden, was today bur
ntshed copper and was brushed straight
back from her forehead and tied with
a black ribbon
Il quite agree with your philosophy.
Nothing is of great Importance"
$50 it's not your orchard?" she asked.
''The thought fatters me. | own no
lands nor ships at sea. I'm chin
ney doctor, and if necessary I'll apollo
giZe for it,
you needn't submit testimonials |
take the swallows o < of my own
THAT requires deft hand, and I'm
sure you're considerate of the swal-
lows"
you may come up here and sit on
the wall ii you care to. | saw you
driving in trap. hope your horse
isn't afraid OF motors Motors speed
scandalously on that road
Il am not in the least worried about
my horse. It's borrowed. As you re
this is a nice orchard. l like
it here"
IF you are going to be silly you will
find me little inclined to nonsense"