The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-10-02

announced. He added the comn,.,n.
You're late"
"All right" Mark sighed. "R,,n.
'em out" "o
Then Kazia spoke her nrotao.
"Piotr. can't you see he's tiredq"
But | can't do EN-" Piotr bec.u.
sulky at once. And | haven't fa,las
once this week"
"Piotr, you're a greedy Hunkv n,s
Don't you do It," she turned to Mar
Sundays the double turn"
Was this the olive branch? Moth.
ing then could have persuaded b;n,
to give up the hour with Piotr Rn,
he saw an opening; he unlimbered
big gun and sent one shell SCREAMING
toward her camp. YOU" he said with
crushing dignity. will be walking in
the park and won't care. Piotr. we,ra
losing time"
She turned away SO quickly that bs
could not judge his marksmanshin
The lesson began and lasted until piotr
rushed OF to school.
The double turn came and was du,v
endured, as are most of LIES dreaded
trials when they actually present
themselves. But ever Roman showed
the effects Of the long strain. When
he reached home he began at once to
drown his fatigue In huge potations.
Mark went to his room.
There a surprise awaited him: clean
clothes, neatly laid out-also Kazla
who had just completed this kindly
service.
Il thought you'd like to clean IN
before supper" she explained with a
new difidence.
Thank you. Kazia- You always
think Of the right things"
mo. not always"
She moved toward the door-anx.
ious to avoid him, as usual, he thought
But he had no spirit for the siege Just
then. He dropped into the chair, bury.
ing his throbbing head in his hands.
He supposed that she had gone
But she had not gone. She stood
uncertain in the doorway, watching the
tired detected figure he made.
Not always" she repeated. The
ready color mounted. Sometimes I'm
cranky when l don't want to be"
He glanced up, bewildered by this
sudden striking Of colors.
You look awful tired" she went on
hurriedly.
He nodded stupidity, trying to grasp
the fact that for once she was neither
boctila nor iudiffarapf .It,, ,ho ho..n
It'll be worse in summer. 1t hurts
even Uncle Roman then. You can't
stand IT,"
He reused himself. Yes. l can stand
it-because | will" Richard Courtney
would have detected a new firmness
in the line of the grimly shut mouth.
Several thousand men stand it"
Il hope So" she answered gravely.
when you say it that way. you make
me think you can"
Il say it to make myself think SO,
] guess" He laughed shortly. Then
he observed that she was wearing her
white dress; the reason, of course
was obvious.
was it a nice Walk today!"
Il didn't CO."
oh" He leaned forward, very
eagerly for an exhausted man "Kazia,
do you still think I'm stuck-up and
selish?"
She shook her head slowly. You've
been so nice to Piotr this week, when
you've been 30 tired"
"Kazia-" Before that honest gaze
he, too, had to be honest. "Kazia.
l did it to make you think that. But
it vas to help him you wanted me
to stay, wasn't lit"
mo. 1t wasn't"
Then why?"
Her eyes looked ~unwaveringly into
his. Il don't know" she said slowly.
Because you're different, | guess. You
know things. YOU" A queer little
frown of puzzlement furrowed the
pretty brow as she CROPPED for the
words. She sighed impatiently. for
the cropping was fruitless. you're Just
different. l thought I could learn
something from you-mebby."
viii you go walking with me next
Sunday, Kazia?"
YES" she said very gravely.
"Kazia." he pleaded whimsically.
you even laugh for others some
times. Don't you think you might
smile for me this once. anyhow"
A smile %quivered on her lips and
was gone. But for a breath she lin
gered. her questioning Eyes still upon
him.