New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-06-08
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOX JUNE o. 1919

sensible sort Of girl she must be to have dened ms
tobacco ike that and known he was an American De-
cause he smoked it, And how sweet ana rlendy 1t "5
Of her to talk to him like man and DrothG, lS.Gat
Of being GOV or naughty or any of the other things that
the herones Of the light fiction he had read were sup
posed to be. ,.
She was good patriot too. And that in this foreign
land was welcome IF I'd known you were an AIeIl-
can I'd have said good morning when you came H.
He could hear her voice again at that lie q never
heard a voice like l. before,-lOw, well schooled WlIh
something delicious in its modulaons, ana yet not
Lit English =,
When his own side of the little conversation came back
to him he grnned Certainly the horrible secret OF his
syness had been well kept; for, in addition TO blowing
a ring Of smoke straight into her tace halh nc pau
her two compliments-tod her he was glad She was an
American and then that the sun must have come GU.
ecause She asked it to? He didn't know how he could
have said thing like that and yet he wouldn take II
lack now for worlds. For she hadn't been offended:
she couldn't have been. Could anything have been
rendier than that smile she gave him when she went
out with her father? How he wished he might nave gone
Certainly the sun had granted her wish 1t was shin
ing down now out Of a cloudless sky. lie took his aC
and his heavy walking stick, crossed the courtyard OF
the little inn and hesated a moment IN the crooked
little cobbe-paved street. Why shouldn't he go to the
bridge himself to see the tide come in? He wanted to
enormously not to see the toe, put 10 see iel ds"'
with the bright frank sunshine glowing on her
For ANYTHING he knew it might be his only chance
Already thew had been here three days which was TWO
days longer than most people could be expected 10 stay
in little town like this. Very likely their bags were al
racked and ready to send to the railway station Ana
hcvd 90 away and lose themselves somewhere on the
face Of Europe, and he'd never see them again ~
course ne might wait at the inn for them to come DaCk
THEY'D probably do that ii they were taking the
afternoon train; for their gong away had Deeh 100
casual TO suggest a final departure.
Suddenly the stecl-shod ferruc Of his stick struck a
spark out Of the roadway He had taken resolution.
lie wouldn't follow her TO the bridge like spy nor
.l,.., q -
iccrced that he should her again. well and good
Fate had had charge Of that smoke ring certainly.
Well, Fate should take charge now
LIE turned away from the inn and strobe up the little
street. away from the bridge, away from the VII
lagc no the valley. He wouldn't come back to lunch.
He'd stay away all day and give Fate chance But
Ierhars-p perhaps and then another perlalS-"hcl
he came back to the inn tonight and turned once more
into the coy little commercial room he ina her there
reading by the fire.
As il happened he gave Fate a better chance than
he had intended. He fully meant when ne set our 20
lie back at the inn before dark; in good time for the
meat tea" that he had found replaced dinner as the
evening meal in that part Of the world. But, thanks TO
a wrong turning and to his inability to understand the
language that the Cornishman believes TO be Engi'h,
he was several miles from the inn when the rose ana
purple and gray Of the twilight turned TO silver
under a moon that was the better part full.
Under the spell Of 1t, in a land where wzardry and
magic were not vet dead he forgot his commonscnse
imnatcncc over his own mistakes and the stupidity OF
his guides and gave himself up to the haunting halt
fcartu beauty Of the night.
Il was SO still that he stopped more than once to listen
10 the silence And when the ring ~ his heels was
thus quoted and the clash Of his stceshod stick there
was literally sound to be heard at all except distant
deep musical note which he took 10 be the Clanor OF
great seas against the base Of the cliffs at Pcntire, miles
away.
In crossing over from Plymouth he had spent one
night alone on the moor, a night that had been wilder
l,nccr in way terrifying, than this But here
as he strobe along, there a quality OF intimacy
about IT, something half rccolcctcd, the recurrence Of
stories some old nurse must have told him during the
time he lived there years ago There was hardly one OF
the silent farms he passed. cmbowcrei IN the fragrance
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