The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-06-25

I the thought, between him and her
there swept through the shlmmering
candle-llghted air a breath OF wet rose
fragrance like an impalpable cloud,
and set In the midst OF II a misty star
tinted gown sprayed with liliesofthe-
valley. and above II a girls face clear
and vivid, her deep shadow-blue eyes
liked on his.
The music OF a two-step was Ian
gushing when, a little later. Valiant
and Shirley strolled down between
the garden box-hedges. cypress-shaped
and lifting spire-like toward sky
which bent. silent canopy OF mauve
and purplish blue. Behind them
Damory court lay y nest OF woven
music and laughter The long white
muslined porch shimmered goldenly,
and beside II under the lanterns dal
lied firtatious 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
a narrow grayelpath led through the
pruned creepers. She made an excla-
nation OF delight. The onyx-pillar
stood In an oasis OF white moonflow-
ers. white dahlias mignonette and mar
cissus: bars Of late lilies of-the- val.
ley beyond these. bofdered with Arum-
lilies. white clematls, iris and bridal
wreath. shading out into tender paler
hues that ringed the spotless purity
like dawning 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
dials rim When | was very little"
he went on-"hardly more than three
years old | think-my father and
had play. in which we lived In a
great mansion like this Il was called
Wishing House, and II was in the mid
die OF the Never.Never Land--a sort
Of beautiful fairy country in which
everything happened right know
now that the NeverNever Land was
virginia. and that Wishing House was
Damory court, No wonder my father
loved ~ No wonder his memory turn
ed back to 1t always I've wanted to
make II as II was when he lived here.
And | want the old dial to 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 clutehed her skirts about her
knees had begun to tremble and she
caught tho other hand to her cheek
In a vague hesitant gesture. The moon
flowers seemed to be great round eyes
staring up at her.
shirley" he said, and now his
voice was shaken with longing
you make my happiness for me?"
She was standing perfectly stln
against the sun dial. both hands laced
together. against her breast. her eyes
on his with strange startled look
over the hush of the garden now. like
the very soul OF the passionate night,
throobed the haunting barcarole Of
Tales OF Hoffman,"
Might of stars and night OF love"
an tnartleulaie echo OF his longing. He
took step toward her, and she turn.
ed Ike one In sudden terror seeking
a way OF escape. Hut he caught her
close In his arms
I love you'' he said Hear II now
In my brides garden that I've made
for YOU love you. love youi"
For one instant she struggled Then.
slowly her eyes turned to his. the
sweet lips trembling, and something
dawning deep In the dewy blue that
turned all his leaplug blood to quick.
silver My darliug!" he breathed.
and their lips met.
In that delirious moment both had
the sense OF divine completion that
comes only with love returned. For
him there was but the woman in his
arms. the one woman created for him
since the foundation OF the world IL
VAS KiSmet For this he had come To
Virginia For this fate had turned
and twisted a thousand ways Through
the riot Of his senses, like silver
blaze ran the legend of the calendar
Every mau carries his fate upon
r band about his neck For her, some.
thru seemed 10 pass from her soul
With that kiss. some deep ,rrevocahl
thlng shy but dercely strong. that had
sprung to him al that lipcontact as
steel 20 magnet The foliage about
them Haired up In green light and the
arouud under her feet rose aud tell
Nke deep sea.wsNeS
SHE liued her face To him Il was
deathN pale. but the light that burned
0u Il Wgs ne lrop the Whitest altar.
nrss Vt southern gtrlhood Six weeks
aEo she whispered, yox had never
seen me
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