The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-06-27
CHAPTER VIII-Continued.

81 guess we won't do any more
arches today" l replied, ''Or you won't
at any rate. You'll go home and rest"
she looked at me an instant with
just the hint Of her twinkle coming
back. I'm so unused to taking or
ders.'' she said that I've lost the art
of obedience. Move the post little
to the right, please"
I did so, and we worked on in 81
lence. We had built the wide central
arch by the time the sun began to
drop down into our faces. There were
only five arches more to build.
81 shall write tonight and have the
roses hurried along" said L.
We walked back toward the house
dial and saw the farm through the
trellis and beyond the farm the trees
at the edge Of my clearing, and then a
distant roof or two, and the far hills.
The apple blossoms were fragrant in
the orchard. The persistent song spar
rows were singing. The shadow of
the dial post stretched far out toward
the east
1T is pointing toward the brook"
said I. "Shall we go and ask the thrush
to sing?"
She shook her head. mot tonight"
she said briefly, and I walked.
grieved and puzzling. up the road by
her side.
The next day she pleaded head
ache, and l went to the farm alone.
at will be you who will need a rest
soon," she said the second morning, as
she came down to breakfast and found
me hard at work out on the front
porch.
"Tm going to take one-with your
said l. Il want to see the country,
too"
She smiled a little, and picked
lilac bud, holding it to her nose. She
seemed quite far away now. The first
few days of our rapid intimacy had
passed, and now she was as much a
stranger to me as on the first meeting
in the pines I said nothing about her
coming to the farm; don't know why.
Somehow, l was piqued. | wished her
to make the first move. In some way,
II NdS I'LL uuc W lily dohlliS hNA ~
choose the paint for my dining room,
and that seemed to me ridiculous.
There was no sun to wake me in the
morning, so that | slept till half-past
six Outside the rain was pouring
steadily down, and 1 found Bert re-
jofcing. for it was badly needed. After
breakfast | waylaid Miss Goodwin.
mo work on the trellis today" said
I, swallowing my pique; so I'm going
TO fix up the south room. I'm going to
make twin fires out of some of the
nice, fragrant apple wood you haven't
sawed for me- and hang the Hiroshiges,
and unpack the books and have an ele-
giant time-if you don't make me do it
alone"
The girl shot a look around Mrs.
Bert's sitting room, where a small
owl stood on the mantel under a glass
case and a transparent pink muslin
sack filled with burst milkweed pods
was draped over a crayon portrait of
Bert as young man. l followed her
glance and then our eyes met
Just the same, they are dear good
souls" she smiled.
cot course" l answered. But to
sit here On cold rainy day! You may
read DIV the fire while l work. Only
please Gomez.
MAY / read The Foundation of the
Nineteenth Century, Doctor Upton?"
she said
You may read the dictionary, if you
WISH" 1 replied.
She went to get her raincoat. 1t was
cold out of doors. and the rain drove
in our faces as we spla shed down the
road. The painters had made ire I'D
the kitchen range, and as we stepped
in the warmth greeted us in a curious,
friendly way. l brought several logs
of dead apple wood into the big room
and soon had the twin hearths cheer
full with dancing flames. Then | went
back to the she'd and brought the two
cushions which had been ON my win
dow-seats at college, to place them on
the settle. But as l came into the
room, instead of finding the girl wait
ing to sit by the fire, | saw her with
sleeves rolled up washing the west
window. Her body was outlined
against the light, her hair making an
aura about her head As she turned a
little, l caught the saucy grace of her
profile She was so intent upon her
task that she had not heard me enter.
and l paused full moment watching
her. Then | dropped the cushions and
cried, "Come. here's your seat. That
IS no task for Ph.D."
az don't want a seat" she laughed.
"Tm having grand time, and don't
care to have my erudition thrown in
nv face love to wash windows"
.sBut The Foundations of the Nine
teenth Century," said 7.