The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-03-11
GOLDEN MOMENTS

On certain golden afternoon fort night later a young man and a girl were strolling through the Surrey woods. The man was tall and rather slender. with a wiry, wen-knit frame, lean and boyish face lit by pair of fine dark eyes, and the possessor of sensitive. mobile mouth that indicates the true artist.
 The sun went glinting through the tracery of the beech trees down on their uncovered heads on the mans dark curly. close cropped hair, and on the girls wavy, red-gold locks.
 They stopped in green little glade. beside woodland pool fringed by soft ferns.
 Miss Shirley heres your background this is an ideal spot for picture" Jim Dalton set his easel down, He pointed to a messy carpet underneath a slender spraying birch tree and close to the waters edge. Just curl up over there hat in your hand-so! Ruffle up your hair little bit My You look beautiful! Do you know, you've a regular woodland nymph today."
 Miss Shirley, not unconscious of the pleasing picture that she made, smiled up at him-her blue eyes very blue, her pink cheeks with wild rose flush upon them, and her red-goid locks and soft blue gown vivid contrast to the glo- rious greenness of the woods.
 Must I sit very still while you're at work?" she queried. her small face upl tilted at a charming angle.
 "Yes-but you can talk to me if you Iike,"
 "It won't bring on your headaches? ?" An anxious look crept into the blue depths of Miss Shirleys eyes, Her pa- tient's welfare was of great importance to her.
 "As though you could make my head ache. Jim Dahon's smile held a re- proachful tenderness that made Miss Shirley blush adorably You foolish little grill
 Isis the pose correct?' inquired the embarrassed sitter, hoping he didn't see the blush
 Quite perfect-just hold on as you arer The young man hastily drew forth his canvasses and paints
 And an enchanted silence fell be- tween them-a happy. comprehending sort of silence that spoke more vividly than words.
 For Shirley and her erstwhile pa. tient were approaching that dear, de- lightful crisis known as falling in love"-had- indeed. been steadily work ing up to it for the last two weeks.
 With all the charming egotism O. the young when youth and real TO nance are beckoning. Miss Shirle had quite forgotten David Burke. he. nearly middle-aged admirer," or. {, be more correct. had relegated him 1, dusty corner of her mind.
 How tame and dull that prosalv wooing seemed beside the ardor of tn, handsome, eager boy
 She gazed down into the fern fringed pool and saw the image of he nt fn To-. T ca11 was to be young and pretty and--be loved
 Please look directly at mel wan to see your eyesi" The artists word were intended to be businesslike. bu to Shirley they sounded like cares They're the bluest things I've evel seen. Miss Shiriey-bluer than the hyacinthsw
 The enchanted silence of the woods vas broken. and the young girl gave her soft, throaty little laugh
 That isn't true-O flattere-"'
 Jim Dalton halted momentarily iE bis work, brush poised in mid air, lips smiling happily
 Upon the contrary, When I woke up by the roadside on that ever blessed afternoon two weeks ago with my head in your lap and your eyes looking down into mine I thought a piece of the sky had tumbled down ty mistake"
 And thought you were dyirg!r supplemented Shirley. a very tender, reminiscent light on her pretty face
 Dying: With all the inducem ents in the world to lvei" Jim Dalton laughed his hoyish laugh. 'No-not a chance Of it."
 T should think if any man were eying.n went on the young artist fla tuously. and you looked at him with the kind of smile you gave me then, bed want to live, 1t-it was wonder ful. Miss Shirleyr'
 He suddenly forsooS his easel. and came to fling his long length at her feet
 It's much too glorious day for work"' said he.
 The little rabbit scampered off into fhe undergrowth with flying feet How unor.ginal they were. these hlt mans. Tn the little green world where he lived he had seen such things hundred times-especially in the spring.