Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-09-13

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1 squeezed her fingers with unrestrain-
able delight.
'Nice Gilbert and Sullivan" she
whispered.
Its a masterpiece; it's a master
piecev' whispered back. ITS as per-
feet in its way as-as your sundial!
Oh, I'm so glad you are with me!'
'Is it worth coming way to New
York for?'
Under the conditions, around the
world for" said 1.
She coored rosy, and looked back at
the stage.
After the performance she would not
let me get cab. "You've not that
many peas on the place. she said. So
we walked downtown to her lodgings.
through the hot, dusty, half-deserted
streets, into the older section of the
city below Fourteenth street. I said
little, save to answer her volley of ca
ger questions about the farm. At the
steps Of an ancient house near Wash
ington square she paused.
Here is where I i've" she said.
"I've had a lovely evening. Shall
see you again before you go back?'
I smiled, took the latchkey from her
hand, opened the door, and stepped be-
hind her, to her evident surprise, into
the large, silent, mustt-smelling hall
She darted a quick look about, but
ignored it. taking her hand and leading
her quickly into the parlor, where, by
the faint light from the hall, I could
see an array Of mid-V1ctorian plush
| The house was silent. Still holding
| her hand, I drew her to me.
81 am not going back-alone,"
whispered. "You are going with me
Stella, cannot live without you. Twil
Fires is crying for its mistress. Yo'
are going back, too, away from tn
heat and dust and the town, into 1
house where the sweet air wanders
into the pines where the hermit sing
and the pool is thirsty for your feet.
I heard in the stiffness a strange sot
and suddenly her head was on m
breast and her tears were flowing. M
arms closed about her.
Presently she lifted her face, an
our lips met. She put up her hand
and held my face within them. IS
that was what the thrush said, afte
ALL she whispered, with hint Of
happy smile.
'To me, yes" said 1. 81 didn
dream it was to you. Was it to you?
'That you'll never know" she al
swered, land you'll always be too ST.
pid to guess"
Stupid! You called me that ono
before about the painters. Why wei
: YOU angry about choosing the dining
room paint?"
She grew suddenly wistful. "rll tie
: you that" she said. 1T vast VIZ
because you let a third person into OF
little drama of Twin Fires. II Wa
q fool, maybe. But l was playing Of
a kinda kind of dream Of home bull
ing. Two can play such a dream,
they don't speak of it. But not tire
Then it becomes-it becomes, we
matter-of-facty, and people talk, al
the bloom goes, and-you hurt me
r little, that's ALL
I could not reply for momer
} What man can before the VISIT
!. sweetness Of a woman's secret mood
8 I could only kiss her hair. Final
e words came. "The dream shall
l reality now" I said, "and you and
| together will make Twin Fires t
b loveliest spot in all the hills. Tome
r row We'll buy a stair carpet and
Y lots Of things-together."
v "Still with the pea money!" she G,
IL gled, her gayety coming back. ''N
sir; I've some money, too. Not mut
t but a little to take the place of
e wedding presents I've no relatives
l. give me. I want to help furnish TW
II Fires" She laid her fingers on I
e protesting lips. II shall, anyway" S
d added. eve are two lone orphans, y
% and I, but we have each other, a
s. all that Is mine is yours, all-all-al
y Suddenly she threw her arms abe
y my neck, and was silent in the m
st terry of her passion.
g (To be continued)