The daily Alaskan., 1918-11-16
LOVE AND LILACS
By MILDRED WHITE.

 1 Copyright IBIS. by Western Newspaper uni'nJ Homer Brant drew his car up sud. denly at sight of the lilac bush. To him in the roadway came the sweet i haunting Odor lndeinably the per ! fume brought to mind the girl he had so recently and so quickly learned to love.
 Homer had stopped there, on his way to an engineering camp higher up. He had intended to remain over night, but with Justine JOrdan'S coming, his visit had been prolonged.
 During the first day they had visit ed together, upon the hotel veranda, 1 the second found them roaming the wonderful country In his car; at the end of one short enchanted week, | Homer caught the girl in his arms, speaking out his love for her. And that had been the end. Like some startled bird she had escaped and flown from his embrace, and when after troubled night, he awaited her morning appearance, humble In his apology-Shr had not appeared at all. Instead the hail boy had handed him a note ill peculiarly characteristic hand writing.
 "Dcar friend" it said, "when this reaches you, shall be up among the | hills, fulfilling a mission which has been postponed just one week. Spring time, and lilac time, tempted me to finger. When I meet you again, hope it may be in tho more prosaic and less romantic atmosphere of the city. With l best wishes cycr-JuStiue Jordan
 WhcrcupOn. Homer inwardly fuming at his admired ones practical coolness, bada the inn good.by, and began searching tour of the hills.
 What could be the delayed mission mt which she mysteriously hlnted and which brought her to this isolated country?
 He alightad and made his way to the lilac bush which grew beside the open window of q vacated log cabin; looking inside, he was surprised to see q reclining camp chair in the cen ter of the room Entering curiOusly, he sank into the chair, idly drawing 1 from its side bracket a recent Illus trated magazine. Some person evi- deutlv made this rude shelter a read ing place.
 Gazing through the open door across the vista of glorious scenery Homer mentally complimented the reader on his choice of location. Then as he re- placed. the magazine a pad of writing paper fell from the rack, one glance at the bold and pleasing handwriting brought a quick flush to his face. Sure ly this and the penmanshlp of his own nasty note of dismissal were the same. So Justine had found her way to this deserted cabin; then har stopping place must be in a nearby farm house. The heading of the closely written, page caught his attention, Dearest, he read, "Oh, my dearest!"
 Homer Brant'S heart pounded furi- ously, as his eyes forcibly followed the | lines: Across the miles l have tray eled to our trysting place, and you are not here. Instead, I find the lov- ing note you braved danger to leave. Beloved, let not your courageous spirit falter. Without one look into your eyes, without touch of your dear hand, I could not go back to the world. Some way shall manage our meeting. Never in my heart can there be room for other than you. I am,-YOur Own,
 The pad slipped from the mans trembling fingers. So this was the secret of the softly breeding eyes; and love after all these years had but found him to make mockery.
 Homer sprang to his feet, as girl came through the doorway, came and stood a moment, surprise and diff fidcnce in her gaze.
 "Justine" he cried out sharply, then still inwardly raging, pointed to"the written pages at his feet. "I read your letter through" he said, q even l forgot about scruples and 1t has show | cd me why you ran away from my love. But I want to know" he straight ened before her, "I demand to know, why any man dare to ask woman to meet him in secret, dare bring her in- to threatened danger"
 Across the girls somber eyes fash ed her transforming smile. "That man, is a German spy" she replied. Brant came suddenly close, flercely he caught her wrists in his grasp, And you" he breathed, "you-" For a time she stood, looking steadl- | ly into his face. "Let me go,F she | said at lect u,o5 will pYDlain"