The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-05-28

! "as working on In this splendid pro
gram. For 1t Is splendid. But New
York will miss you. John"
"Ah, no. I've no decisions on tina
score. l dare say I'm almost forgotten
there already Here l have place.
Her head, leaned back against thu
cushion, turned toward him, the pale
orchids trembling on her bosom-sh'
was 80 near that he could feel hel
breath on his cheek. A new walt;
had begun to sigh its languorous meas
ures.
Placer" she queried. DO you think
you had no place there? Is 1t possible
that you do not understand that your
going has left-a void?"
He looked at her suddenly, and her
eyes fell Before he answered, how,
ever. the big form of Major Bristow
appeared. looking about him.
1T has--left a void" she said her
eyes still downcast. her voice just low
enough, for me-
The major pounced upon them al
this juncture, feelingly accusing John
of the nefarious design of robbing the
assemblage of its bright and partic-
ular star. When Katharine put her
hand in her cavaliers arm, her eyes
were dewy under their long shading
lashes and her fine lips ever so little
tremulous 1t had been her best avail
able moment, and she had used 1t.
AS she moved away, her faint color
slightly heightened. she was glad of
the interruption. II was better as 1t
was. When John Valiant came to her
again
But to him. as he stood watching
her move lightly from him, there was
youchsafed illumination. 1t came to
him suddenly that that placidity and
hauteur which he had so admired in
the old days were no mask for fires
within. The exquisite husk was the
zeal Katharine. Hers was the lowell
ness of some tall white lily cut in
marble. splendid but chill And with
the thought, between him and her
there swept through the shimmering
candle-lighted air breath of wet rose
fragrance like an impalpable cloud.
and set in the midst Of it misty star
tinted gown sprayed with lilies-of-the-
valley, and above 1t girls face clear
and vivid, her deep shadow-blue eyes
fixed on his.
The music of a two-step was Ian
gushing when, n little later, Valiant
and Shirley strolled down between
the garden box-hedges, cypress-shaped
and lifting spire-like toward sky
which bent. a silent canopy of mauve
and purplish blue. Behind them
Damory court lay nest of woven
music and laughter. The long white
muslined porch shimmered goldenly,
and beside it under the lanterns dal-
lied fiirtatious couple or two, ghost
like In the shadows.
Come" he said Let me take you
to see the sun-dial now"
The tangle had been cut away and
narrow gravel-path led through the
pruned creepers. She made an excla-
nation of delight. The onyx-pillar
stood in an oasis of white-moonflow-
ers. white dahiias. mignonette and mar
cissus: bars of late lilies-of-the-val-
ley beyond these. bordered with Arum-
lilies. white clematis, iris and bridal
wreath, shading out into tender paler
hues that ringed the spotless purity
like dawnirg passion.
white for happiness" he quoted.
You said that when you brought me
here-the day we planted the ram
blers. Do you remember what |
said? That some day. perhaps. should
love this spot the best of all at Damory !
court" He was silent a moment, trac-
ing with his finger the motto on the
dial's rim. when | was very little"
he went on-"hardly more than three
years old, l think-my father and l
had play, in which we lived in a
great mansion like this. 1t was called |
Wishing House and it was in the mid
die OF the Never-Never Land--a sort |
of beautiful fairy country in which
everything happened right l know
now that the NeverNever Land was
Virginia. and that Wishing House was
court. No wonder my father
loved it! No wonder his memory turn.
ed back to II alwaysl I've wanted TO
make IL as it was when he lived here.
And want the old dial 70 count happy
hours for me.
Something had crept into his tone
that struck her with strange sweet
terror and tumult of mind. The hand
that clutched her skirts about her
knees had begun to tremble and she
caught the other hand to her cheek
in vague hesitant gesture. The moon
flowers seemed to DE great round eyes
staring up at her.
Shirley" he said, and now his
voice was shaken with longing-"will
you make my happiness for me?"
She was standing perfectly still
against the sun dial, both hands. laced
together. against her breast. her eyes
on his with a strange startled look.
Over the hush OF the garden now, like
the very soul of the passionate night,
throbbed the haunting barcarole OF
Tales OF Hormanns"
Might of stars and night OF love-"
an inarticulate echo OF his longing. He
took step toward her, and she turn
ed like one I'm guddan fqrror aaakfnp