The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-06-06


it,"
\ "Oh, there are lots of gaps, >
she said vaguely.
He let. her lead him from the
subject as well as from the sight
1 Aren't you tired?" he asked
the girl.
II could keep on "a II day." she
said.
so could 1 but l would so
much rather sit on a cool rock
under a tree and listen to your
opinions of the universe.
She laughed. 81 shall have to
invent them then"
That's easy enough. The prob
lens of the universe are nothing
to the problem of where two peo-
pie are going to find some shade"
Il know where there is some"
she said.
He gazed, Sky, hill. rocks, all
bright and naked. "Where?"
Just around the corner"
He thought she meant the next
bend in the road, but she turned
promptly from the beaten track
into as blind a bit of country as
Carron ever cared to experience.
They came out on a summit
much larger than the little peaks
around it. Upon the farther edge
appeared small company Of
| cedars.
At the entrance of this proph-
cts retreat, the girl slid, painting
and smiling, into Carron's hands.
THE only shade in this section
OF country" she remarked. Il
found it all by myself" And,
leaving him to fasten the horses,
she walked forward through the
trees. Following her presently,
he found her sitting on the other
side of the grove | Gaming against
an ancient cedar bole. With a
sigh he stretched himself full
length on the ground beside her.
Father told me that you ad
come here for the hunting"
She spoke to break the too
long silence.
Carron lifted one eyebrow.
Hunting will do. But what |
have really come for is for a
taste of the irresponsible life."
"Oh, mel" she sighed, 1--WE
never have anything else."
Then | shall expect you to do
great things for me-"
Great things?" Her eyes grew
larger.
"Yes-shake me up out of my
stiffness. Wake me up. Show
me" he hesitated-"all of it,"
"Of WHAT"
THE odd hours-sunset, moon
rise. whatever time out of the "a
you like the best"
Her eyes sparkled, and a smile
curled the corners of her mouth.
We'll, which Is it," he asked,
and felt an impulse to reach out
and stroke her, she looked so
sweet.
THE middle of the night" she
said it very softly, as though she
feared the day might overhear
her. 81 love to be out in it; it is
like water, smooth and deep; like
flood tide Her voice became a
part of the silence.
VIII you take me out into the
middle of the night, and drown
me in it some time?" he asked.
will you bring me out here?"
She glanced at him, no longer
confidentlally, side-long and rath-
er mockingly. What would the
people say to me, running out here
in the middle of the night"
II thought you had been out
here at that hour before?"
| Never! Sunset, moonrise,
Sunrise, you can't guess what fon"
In spite of himself he was aware
of suspense.
ITO watch squirrels play" The
mischievous bright face of a child
peered provokingly through the
woman's. you think that is
silly, don't your" she asked, not
ing his relaxation of interest.
Very! You can see squirrels
play anywhere at any time OF
day."
"Ah, that hows how little you
know about squirrels. They are
too busy through the day-they
have to work. Sunrise is their
party. Over there on the hill OPP
poste there are lots of holes
sit up here and see their heads
pop out. If keep perfectly quiet
sometimes they come to the edge
of the grove"
"And you tame them, l sup
pose?' For his life he couldn' t
keep the irony out.
mol" she scorned him. 81
hate tame things. I love them to
be Wild"
"Indeed?" His alert mind
caught a significance here. IT
thought women liked to coax
things to eat from the hand"
She shrugged. 81 don't know
what most women like, but know
what l like. Most people don't
know what wild animals are like
at all. When they think of the
word wild they think it means
afraid. But really it is just the
opposite Of that. 1t is when the
creatures are alone and don't sus-
pect any human being, when they
are themselves, that you can see
what a wild creature really
means"
1T Means" Carron prompt
ed, very cautious for fear of start