Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-26


pectancy shook me, and my searching eyes missed
nothing in the road under them. Now |
spied bit of white in the middle of the
road Closer inspection proved it to be
girls handkerchief. 1t snelt of violets, the .p,
klhu oi VioieIs lat gro" ihS.e sa'ii. "au Robert
ul's' vi 1iosc puiiy ~ pin Girl shr
S''ii-e w 'inis' CIV IN ~ 10y go but still
ter for Christmas presents. 80 an,
l have never found these violets in the . ,..
woods. They smell like town-bred vioets
worldly wise, haughtily sweet grand DANES
of violets, family alluring and mystifvingly
elusive. They very different from the
rich, warm, fragrant breath of the real violet.
There is usually whole lot of difference
when you stop to think of it, between Gods
verities and mans limitations. l am willing
to admit, in spite of the doubters andscofers
in the Woman Suffrage Party that the
have done some really creditable things in
the history of the worlds progress There
are few little inventions to their credit, -
well quite praiseworthy achieve
ments in the world of letters and art but
when they try to copy some God-given thing
they fall pretty far short,-don' they?-even IN
in so small matter the purple petaled
fragrance of the violet and that in dollar =
a-drop flower extract Still, when you
not get the first, the other is pretty good
substitute. With apprecative sniff, |
buried the handkerchief carefully under --s
stone.
Now to trail of wild flowers ~@----
Someone with armful had just passed -
scattering daisies, wild roses, and trailing
arbutus behind her. Then l took the road
run, painting, throbbng, leaping. tearing
mady on.
Now faint odor of gasolene blotted out the sweet
of the woods, growing stronger l raced
ahead The road made abrupt turn to the left Just
ahead was big limousine. From under the pro-
truded pair of legs. They very long legs. and
they stretched straight the road disappearing in
cump of bushes. l stopped standing motonless
with stffening body and bristing hair.
THE legs, of course belonged to tramp. Were not
his legs all you had chance to of tramp?
Was not his body always hidden somewhere else
either the other side of fence. behind tree.
under bush? Now, instead of scramblng wildly
high fence here they were, right in the middle of the
road, waiting for me!
chief and the trail of wild flowers proved that Soon she
might be back, and here, believing himself securely
hidden under the machine, tramp. What
clumsy bunger he to believe himself hidden from
view with his legs sticking out like that They
such long legs too But he not going to hide there
long if had anything to say about it. 1t my duty
to the Girl and to leave little possible of the
tramp 1t is often that the we'll meaning
of dogs finds his duty and his pleasure admirably
combined in the task.
With growl l sprang for the legs Securing a firm
hold the trouser of one, gave good, hard tug.
@Helo there! What's up?
The head and shoulders of struggled to view
from under the Then something caught his coat
and pinned him down. leaving him at my mercy. I
surprised to find that the supposed tramp Mr.
Morgan. The damaging fact remained, however that
he had been hiding under the machine Either he had
done something for which he feared punishment. he
waiting to attack the Girl Besides was he not
Masters rival, and when discriminating circum
stance placed him in my power it not good dog
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