The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1919-10-31

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embarrassment.
my daughter" explained my host,
''has gone to the town on an errand.
She will be back at any moment.
Meanwhile, I shall introduce you to a
cooling drink Of my own manufacture,
with Il basis Of that coconut milk
which l need not ask you whether you
appreciate. recalling the pleasant
circumstance of our first acquaint-
ance."
Motioning me to a seat. and pushing
toward me a box Of cigarettes. he went
indoors. leaving rue to take In the
stretch Of beautiful garden in front Of
me. the trees Of which seemed literal
II to be hung with gold-for they were
mainly of orange and grapefruit
ranged round a spacious beautifully
kept lawn with the regularity Of
sumptuOus decoration. In the middle
Of the lawn. q little rocky fountain
threw up a jet of silver. falling with
u tinkling murmur into u broad cir
cular basin from which emerged the
broad leaves and splendid pink bios
SONS Of an Egyptian lotus. Certainly
1t was no ~far-fetched ~allusiOn OF my
classical friend to speak of the gar
den Of Alcinous; particularly connect.
ed as 1t was In my mind with the white
beach Of q desert isle. and that marble
statue in the moonlight.
As I sat dreaming, bathed in the
golden-green light Of the orange trees.
and luiled by the tinkling OF the foun-
tain. my host returned with our drinks,
his learned ~disquisition on which l
will spare the reader. highly interest
ing and characteristic though 1t was.
Suffice it that 1t was a drink. what
ever its ingredients-and there was
certainly somewhere a powerful
''stick" in it-that seemed to have
been drawn from some cool grott0 Of
the virgin earth. so thrillingly cold
and invigoratlng 1t vas
While we we're slowly slipping 1t. and
smoking our cigarettes, In an unwOnt-
ed pause of my friends fanciful YER
bosity, l almost jumped In my chair at
the sound Of a voice indoors. 1t was
instantly followed by a light and rapid
tread, and the sound of 4 wOman's
dress. Then u tall. beautiful young
woman emerged on the loggia-
sAh! there you are I" cried my host,
as we both rose: and then turning to
me. "this is my daughter-Calypso
Her real name I assure you-aone OF
my nOnsense-doesn't she look III Al
low me. my dear. to introduce-Mr.
Ulyssesr-for we had not Jet ex-
changed each others names.
/ am 4 wretched actor. and I am
bound to say that she proved herself
no better. For she gave q decided
start as she turned those glowing eyes
on me, and the lovely olive Of her
cheeks giowed as with submerged rose
color. Our embarrassment did not Is.
cape the father.
''Why, you know each other al
ready!" he exclaimed. with natural
surprise.
mot exactly"I was grateful for
the sudden nerve with which I was
able to hasten to the relief of her love
" distress-'but possibly Miss-Ca-
lypso recalls as naturally as I do. our
momentary meeting in Sweeney's
store. one evening. I had no expecta-
tion Of course, that we should meet
again under such pleasant drcum-
stances as this"
She gave me a grateful look IS she
took my hand, and with tor was 1t
only my eager imaginatiOnl1a shy lit
tie pressure. again as of gratitude.
had tried to get into my voice my
assurance thet, OF course, I remem-
bered no other more recent meeting
though. naturally. as she had given
that little start In the doorway, there
had flashed O. me again the picture
OF her standing, moonlit, In another
resounding doorway. and Of the wild
start she had given then, as the golden
pieces streamed from her lovely sur.
prised mouth. and her lifted hands.
And her eyes-I could have sworn
were the living eyes Of Jack Harka-
way! Had she a brother. I wondered.
Yet my mind was too dazzled and con-
fused with her nearness to pursue the
speculation.
AS we sat down to luncheon, waited
upon by the little barlegged black chill
dren-waited on. too. surprisingly
well. despite the contortlons Of their
primitive embarrassmcnt-my host
once more resumed his character Of
the classic king welcoming the storm
tossed stranger to his board.
Ear wanderer," he said. raising his
glass to me, "eat of what our board
affords, welcome without question Of
name and nation. But If. when the
food and wine have done their genial
Office, and the WEAKNESS Of your jour-
neying has fallen from you, you should
feel stirred to tell us somewhat OF
yourself and your wanderings. what
manner of men call you kinsman. in
what fair land is your home and the
place of your loved ones, be sure that