The diamond drill., 1921-07-30
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cred with the most wonderful brown,
waving hair. She had broad, low
forehead, Greek In its proportions and
lines The eyes were bluer even than
his own, and were shaded by lashes
OF great length, which slightly modi-
hed the firm lines OF the face, with its
admirable chin. and mouth somewhat
large with n cupids bow.
J In spite OF its ardent and luscious
look, II was the mouth OF one who
knew her own mind and could sustain
her own course. 1t was open when
! Dyck first saw II. because she was
singing little bits OF wild lyrics OF the
hills little tragedies OF Celtic life
just bursts OF the Celtic soul, as II
were. cheerful yet sad. buoyant and
passionate. eager yet melancholy.
She was singing In Irish, too. They
were the words OF songs taught her by
her mothers maid.
She had been tramping over the
hills for couple OF hours, virile, beau
tiful and alone. She wore a gown OF
dark gold, with little green ribbons
here and there. The gown was short,
and her ankles showed. In spite OF
the strong boots she wore they were
alert delicate and shapely. and all
her beauty had the slender fullness OF
a quail.
When she saw Dyck she stopped sud-
denly, her mouth slightly open. She
gave him a sidelong glance OF wonder.
Interest and speculation. Then she
threw her head slightly back. and all
the curis gathered In a bunch and
Shook like bronze flowers. II was a
head of grace and power. OF charm
and ailurement--of danger.
Dyck was lost in admiration. He
looked at her as one might look at n
beautiful thing in dream. He did
not speak; he only smiled as he gazed
into her eyes.
She was the first TO speak.
well, who are your" she asked with
a slightly southern accent In her |
voice, delicate and enhancing.
Her head gave little modest toss,
her fine white teeth caught her lower |
lip with a little quirk OF humor: for
she could see that he was gentle.
man, and that she was safe from any
thing that might trouble her.
He replied to her question with the
words:
MY manner Why. It's Dyck Cal
houn, that's ALL"
Her eyes frightened. '"Isn't that
she asked gently.
She knew OF hIs family. she was
only visiting In the district with her
mother, but she had lately heard OF old
Miles Calhoun and his wayward boy.
Dyck; and here was Dyck, with a
lumor In his eyes and touch OF
NJ his lips. Somehow her
heart went out TO him.
Presently he said 20 her:
"And what's your name7"
I'm only Sheila Llvn, the daughter
II my mother. wi W, visiting M
,oyland towers. Yes. I'm only Shei-
al"
She laughed.
swell, Just be only SheIla.'" he an
iwered admiringly, and he held out a
land 10 her. "Iiwouldn't haze you be
Inything else, though It's none Of my !
For one swift instant she hesitated
hen she laid her hand In his.
There's no reason why we snould [
ot," she said. "Your fathers re
pectable."
She looked at him again with a {
idelong glance, and with a whimsical,
smile at her lips. I
"Yes, he's respectable. l agree, but :
e's dull" answered Dyck. "For an
rishman. he's dull--and he's a tyrant.
90. suppose deserve that, for I'm :
handful"
II think you are, and big handful. :
Dol"
(which way are you goingi" he Y
sked presently.
"And your .
"Oh. I'm bound for home" He
ointed across the valley. "Do you see I
lat smoke coming up from the plan
ltion over therei"
YES, i KNOW she answered. IL =
how. That's Playmore. your fathers
ace. Loyland towers is between !.
re and there. Which way were you !,
ling theref" y
Round to the left" he said. puzzled,
II agreeable. u
"Then we must say good-by, because u
go to the right That's my nearest .
ay." q
well. II that's your nearest way. u
n going with you" be said, because
well. because--because--" %
IF you won't talk very much !" she a.
Joined with little air Of instructive y
quetry. @
Il don't want 10 talk. I'd like TO lis y
a. Shall we startr
Shella's fathers name was Erris
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