The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-14

the east to balance the red old sun that was sinking in the west. Only the magnate sat still in his place for several long minutes looking out across to old Harpeth, and I wondered wheth- CT he was thinking about the Eternal City or how many -afls it was going to take to span the valley at his feet.
 And IT just stood on the edge of 1he Huff by myself and let my soul lift up it's wings of rejoicing that my Graz had got his beautiful desire for apostrophizing the mother valley so all the world might hear. And then sud Henly it came over me in a great warm. uplifting. awe inspiring rush that a woman who takes on herself voluntari- ly the responsibility of marrying a poet and an orutor and a mystic, who is the complete edition of mossback that all those qualities imply, must square her shoulders for long, steady, pioneer march through a strange coun- try.
 Could such achievement be for me?
 Please God,'' I prayed right across into the sunset. make me fu1 cup that never fails himr'
 I don't know how long I stood talk ing with God that way about my man, but when I turned and looked back under the naples everybody was gone, and I could hear the last rattle and whirl going down the hill. For sec ond I felt that there was nobody but him and me left on the htll but even in that second my heart knew better.
 'tNow?'' I questioned myself softly, out over to the yellow moon that had at last 1angufdly and gracefully risen, putting the finishing touch to the scene I had been planning for my proposal.
 sEvelina ?'' said the Graz quietly from where he stood leaning against the tallest maple, "shaIl we stay here forever and ever or hurry down through the cemetery by the short cut to the station to say goodby to the rail- roaders, as they expect us to do?"
 Nobody ever had better opening than that, and I ought to have said, .cBe mine, be Inine!'' with some sort of personal variation of the theme, and have clapped him to my breast and been happy ever after. That is what a coura geous man would have done under the circumstances with an op- portunity like that, but got the worst kind of scare I ever experienced and answered;
 stTow much time have we got? Do you think we can make it?"
 Plenty" he answered comfortably as I began to quicken my pace to the little gate that leads between the hedge into the little half acre of those who rest. Then as I tried to pass him he caught my hand and made me walk in the narrow path close at his side.
 Now, even a strong minded woman who had to go through q little grave yard with moonlight making the tomb stones glover out from deep shadows of cedar trees, in the depths of which strange birds croak, while the wind rustles the dry leaves into piles as they fall, wouldn't feel like honorably pro- posing to the man she intended to marry, even if she was scrouged so close to his arm that it was difficult for both of them to walkI would she?
 I excuse myself this time, but must hold myself to the same standard that I want to hold Lee Greenfield to. How do I know that he hasn't had all sorts of cold, creepy feelings keeping him from proposing to Caroline?
 I hereby promise myself that 1 will ask Cousin James to marry me the next favorable opportunity T get if die with fright the next minute or have to make the opportunity.
 Still. can't help wondering what does keep him so composed under the circumstances. Surely he wouldn't re- fuse me- but how do I know for sure How does man even know if a Wona- an is