The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-04-12

| AT ABOUT % OCiOCk feIt WiSRlnS III
first rate spirits and set out on my re.
turn to Hopefeld Manor.
| made q wrong turn on leaving the
Prescott Arms, and l came out pres.
emily near Katonah village. got my
bearings of shopkeeper and started
again for Hopefeld Manor. but the
midafternoon was warm, and the hills
were steep, and as Miss HOLSTERS nd
mirable cob showed signs of WEAKNESS,
drove into fence corner and loosen.
| ed the mares check. On a sunny slope
several hundred yards above the high.
way lay an orchard. advertised to the
larcenous eye by the ruddiest Of red
apples. Not in many years had I rob
bed an orchard, and felt irresistibly
drawn toward the gnarled trees, which
were still. In their old age. abundantly
fruitful.
l drew down a bough and plucked
my first apple. tasted and found It
| good. At my palute's first responsive
Utilization something whizzed past my
ear. and, following the flight Of the
missile, saw an apple Of goodly size
fall and roll away lie, the grass.
had imagined myself utterly alone,
and even now as l looked guilty
around no one was In sight The ap-
pie had passed my ear swiftly and at
an angle quite un-Newtoninn. II had
been fairly aimed at my head. and the
law Of gravitution did not account for
1t. As continued my scrutiny Of the
landscape l was addressed by a voice
whose accents were not objurgatory.
Rather, the tone was good natured
and indulgent II not indeed a trife
patronizing. 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 un.
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
ter's grill of the Asolando had inter.
ested me on the occasion Of my Sec
ond visit to the tea room. In soliciting
my attention by reciting q 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 i tried to think of some
thing to say / pecked at my own ap.
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 I'm the same
boat I'm trespasser myself. l 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"
81 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 Chlsped her knees. Her
skirt was short. and | was conscious
that she wore tan shoes. She con-
| tinueG to regard me with lazy curl
osity. She seemed younger than at
the AsolandU. Not more than eight
cen times had apples Redeemed on the
bough In her lifetime She was even
slenderer and more youthful I'm her
sweater than In the snowy vestments
Of the Asolando. Her hair, which in
the glow Of the lamp at Asolando cash
desk had been golden, was today bur-
nished copper and was brushed straight
back from her forehead and tied with
a black ribbon.
II 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 a chin
ney doctor, and II necessary I'll apollo.
gize for It."
"You needn't submit testimonials. l
take the swallows out Of my own
chimneys."
THAT requires a 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 u trap. hope your horse
isn't afraid of motors. Motors speed
scandalously on that road"
~ am not In the least worried abou
, my horse. It's borrowed. AS you re
/ marked. this is a nice orchard. like
II here"
"If you are going to be silly you will
Q find me little inclined to nonsense"
+. ."Shall we talk Of the AsolandoH
haven't been back since I saw yo'
' there. and yet-let me see. isn't thi
your day theref"
9 She seemed greatly amused. an,
q her laughter rose with a fountain
!. like spontaneity and fell, a splash o
[ musical sound, on the mellow air o
o the orchard. She had changed her pc
y sitlon as Joined her. sitting erect an
!, | kicking her heels Iazily against tn