The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1917-04-06
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nor that other which 20 imminently
threatened him held place In the con-
came once more to the presence Of
Mary. All was right In his world as
he sat with her. reading Maurice Mae
terlinck's "Alladine and Palomides."
And while the zinc eater held out to
bring him such golden nights as these.
all the kings horses and all the kings
men might not serve to break the
spell.
Bibbs read slowly. but In q reason
able manner. as II he were talking;
and Mary. looking at him steadily
from beneath her curved fingers. ap-
peared to discover no fault. 1t had
grown to be her habit to look at him
whenever there was an opportunity.
It may be said, in truth. that while
they were together. and It was light.
she looked at him all the time.
When he came to the end Of "Alla-
dine and Palomides' they were silent
a little while. considering together;
then he turned back the pages and
said:
There's something want to read
over. This:
You would think I threw window
on the dsvn shs IA,
you in its arms Ike an ailing child and
without saying anything to you Consoles
ao1 DO not Know nsg nov
can all be, but my knees bend in spite of
me when I speak OF 1t. -.
He stopped and looked at her.
You boy" said Mary, not very
clearly.
"oh, yes" he returned. But it's
true-especially my knees!
you boyw she murmured again.
blushing charmingly. "You might read
another line over. The first time
ever saw you, Bibbs. you were look
ing into a mirror. Do it again. But
you needn't read it, can give It to
you: "A little Greek slave that came
from the heart Of Arcadyr"
81! I'm one of the hands at the
Pump works-and going to stay one.
unless 1 have to decide to study
plumbing"
"No." She shook her head. "You
love and want what's beautiful and
delicate and serene; it's really art that
you want in your life. and have always
wanted. You seemed to me, from the
FIRST, the most wistful person had
ever known, and that's what you were
wistful for"
Bibbs looked doubtful and more
wistful than ever; but after moment
or two the matter seemed to clarity
itself to him. "Why, no." he said; 81
! wanted you"
"And here I am!' she laughed, com.
pletely understanding. II think we're
like those two in 1.-The Cloister and
the Hearth" I'm Just the rough Bur.
gundian crossbow man, Denys, who
followed that gentle Gerard and told
everybody that the devil was dead"
HE isn't, though" said Bibbs, as a
hoarse little bell in the next room be-
gan a series of snappings which
proved to be ten. upon count. "He
gets into the clock whenever I'm with
you" And, signing deeply, he rose
to go.
you're always very prompt about
leaving me-"
"There's one little time In the twenty.
four hours when I'm not happy. It's
now, when l have to say good night
But now's the bad time-and 1 must
go through 1t, and so-good night
And he added with a pungent vehe-
mence of which he was little aware
II hate itv'
do your she said, rising to go to
the door with him. But he stood mo.
tionless. gazing at her wonderingly.
MARY! Your eyes are So" He
stopped.
Eyes" But she looked quickly away
81 don't know" he said. II thought
just then"
what did you thinkT'
II don't know-it seemed to me that
there was something ought to under
Standard didD't."
She laughed and met his wondering
gaze again frankly. my eyes are
pleased" she said. I'm glad that you
miss me little after you CO."
But tomorrow's coming faster than
other days, II you'll let it." he said
She inclined her head. Eyes. I'll
let it'!'
"Going to church." said Bibbs. ut is
going to church when go with your
She went to the front door with him !;
she always went that far. They had
formed a little code of leave-taking.
by habit. neither of them ever speak
ing Of 1t; but it was always the same.
She always stood in the doorway until
he reached the sidewalk, and there he
always turned and looked back, and
she waved her hand to him. Then he