The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-05-20

Ing tina, spring day. found his eonso-
iatiou IN seeing her brighten under
the small gossip Of the Street The
deaf a nd dumb hook agent had taken
on hfe insurance as a side issue. and
was doing well. the grocery store at
the corner was going 20 be torn
down and over tho new store there
were 10 bc apartments: Reginald had
i~en -uirsrulousiy returned. and was
building n new nest under his bu'
rcau. Harriet Kennedy had been 70
Paris. and had brought homo six
French words and new figure.
outside tho open door the big barn
doomed cool and shadcwy. fun Of
empty spaces where later the hay
would b. stored: anxious mother
hens led their broodE about: under
meath In the horse stable the rest.
less horses paved I'm their stalls
From WHERE he ga, 10 Moync could
go only the round breasts OF the
two hills. the fresh green OF the
orchard. the cows In a meadow be-
yond.
Tillle followed his eyes.
II like II here" rhe confessed
1--WE had more time TO think since
! moved gu, than ever had in my
life before. Them hills help. When
the noise is worst down at the house.
I look az the hills there and
There were great thoughts in her
mind--that the hills meant God, and
tina. In Hts good time perhaps I,
would all come right Hut she was
inarticulate. The hills help a lot"
abe repeated.
X. rose. TITLES work basket lay
near him. lie picked up one OF the
little garments. In his big hands ~
looked small. absurd.
I'll want 10 tell you something.
Tiliie. Don't count on II too much:
but Mrs. Schwitter has been failing
rapidly for the last month or two"
Tiliic caught his arm.
You've ncch herr
II was Interested. wanted TO see
things work out right for you"
All the color had faded from Til
lies face.
You're very good to me. Mr.. lie
Moyne." she said. II don't wish the
poor soul any harm. butch, my
God' II she's going. let II be before
the next four months arc Overt"
X. had fallen into the habit. after
his long walks. OF dropping into
Christmas little parlor for a chat be-
fore he went upstairs. Those early
spring days found Harriet Kennedy
busy late in the evenings. and. save
for Christine and X. the house was
practically deserted.
The breach between Palmer and
Christine was steadily widening. She
was too proud TO ask him to spend
more OF HIS evenings with her. on
those occasions when he voluntarily
stayed Mt home with her. he was so
disconnected that he drove her al.
most TO distraction. Altho she was
convinced that he,was seeing moth.
ing Of the girl who had been with
him the night OF the accident. she
did not trust him. Not that girl.
perhaps. but there were others
There would always be others.
Into Christmas little parlor. then.
X. turned, the evening after no had
seen Tillie. She was reading by the
lamp, and the door into the hall
stood open.
Come inr' she said. as he hest.
tated In the doorway.
II am frightfully dusty"
There's n brush in tho drawer OF
the hat. rack---altho don't really
mind how you look"
The little room always cheered X.
It's warmth and light appealed to his
aesthetic sense; after the baroness of
his bedroom, II spelled luxury. And
perhaps. to be entirely frank. there
was more than physical comfort and
satisfaction in the evenings he spent
In Christmas flrelit parlor. He was
entirely masculine, and her evident
pleasure in his society grntified him.
He had fallen into a way OF think.
ing OF himself rs sort OF older
brother TO all tho world because he
was a sort OF older brother to Sidney.
But Christine's small coquetries were
not lost on him. Tho evenings with
her did something to reinstate him
In his Own sell esteem. 1t was subtle