The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-09-13

ana StOOu regarding ner, Sne no
ticed that his right hand was
bandaged.
You have hurt your hand"
Merely physical. Nothing com.
pared with my spiritual damage
l have not slept wink since that
woeful interview yesterday morn
ing"
Then you certainly took 1t Sc
riously. But how did you hurt
your hand?"
Burned a little. Nothing seri-
Gus. Merely overdone on one
side"
Howl"
AT a fire yesterday in the viii
lage."
Howl"
by holding 1t too long against
hot windowsill.
why did you do it,"
my other hand was busy"
Holding Sally Pindar."
Il saw it ALL"
Il am thankful | did not see
you. | was so ashamed of that
scene in the morning might
have fled and let Miss Pindar and
the whole town burn"
please be serious"
Il am. Is not a man serious
when his remorse is so bitter that
he promenades all night in front
of castle?"
AS they looked into each 9TH
er's eyes she smiled. ITO tell you
the truth" she said, although
the chief offender, | was quite an
CRY yesterday and unforgiving
until l saw you at that burning
building. 1t was splendid; the
bravest deed | ever saw"
They had now reached the bal
ustrade that enclosed the two
open sides of the garden. Bend
ing forward, Octavia leaned upon
this old stone balustrade, looking
down upon the fields below. Ethen
Lovejoy followed her example
Shoulder to shoulder, in silence,
they breathed that celestial all
that warns the heart and awak.
ems feelings that are more thar
friendly.
For a long time they talked
this morning, both leaning for,
ward upon the stone balustrade
At last, after silent study of hel
! folded hands, he said:
Those gloves of yours really
look as if you worked in a gar
den."
Il do. Every morning | worl
an hour or two. The last few
days. however. have been vast
ing time in your vicinity. mus
reform" And she Strengthened
up. and took her basket.
"Oh, no. Please don't reform!
These visits have been my in
f, spiration."
She smiled and gently shook
her head, then moved away, hi
following, along the narrow path
While Ethan was absorbed in a
profound study of the back of heI
head and neck. she suddenly
stopped with a half suppressed
exclamation. An arm was caught
and held by the thorns of a pro.
jecting rose bush. And on the
arm held involuntarily toward
him, he saw, along the white
smooth flesh between the old
glove and the sleeve, scratch.
IL was a little scratch, neither
long nor wide, nor deep enough to
bleed.
Can you losen the sleeve?'
she asked.
But he. before loosening the
sleeve, placed his bandaged hand
beneath her wrist for support
then picked with the good hand
a petal from one of the white
roses of the offending bush. This
petal he laid tenderly upon the
small red line, pressing gently
with his fingers as If upon a NOR
tai wound.
With one OF her characteristic
movements when either dis
pleased or embarrassed, she RAISED
her chin and regarded him will
lowered eyelids. Quickly he loos
ened the restraining -thorns. ant
she started on. At the end of TIL,
path near the wall of the castle,
she halted and studied a rose vine
that was clambering, high abov,
their heads, around the great win
dow Of the Baronial Hall-th,
window in which she had beer
wasting time.
There Is a rose that nigh
truly sympathize with cruel
gashes. 1t was planted by Anne
Boleyn-with. her own hands, in
1880. All the roses, unfortunate
ly. are out of reach. They are
quite unusual, and their perfume
is exquisite"
Nothing you desire should be
out OF reach"
In front OF them, against the
wall, stood an old seat with q high
arm at each end, all cut in stone
Stepping first upon the seat, then
upon one of the ends, he climbed
higher yet, seeking a foothol,
upon projecting holdings. Al