The Monroe journal. [volume] (Monroe, N.C.) 189?-1965, 1921-08-23

" green r.Ahon. Her head was COW
erred with the most wonderful brown
waving hair. She had a broad low
forehead. Greek In It's proportions and
lines. The eyes were hluer even than
his own. and were shaded by lashes
Of great length. which slightly modi-
fed the firm lines Of the face, with us
admirable chin. and mouth somewhat
large with a cupid's bow.
In spite Of lis ardent and luscious
look. II was the mouth Of one VINO
knew her own mind and could sustain
her evn course. Il was open when
Dyck first saw II. because She was
singing little hts Of Wild lyrics Of the
hills. little Tragedies Of Celtic life
,ust bursts If the Celtic soul. rs II
were. cheerful yet sad, buoyan, ami
passionate. eager yet melancholy.
She was singing in Irish. too. They
were tie words q songs taught her ~
her mothers maid.
She had been trampirg over The
hills Cor a couple - hours. viri!e, beau
t!sul aal alone she wore a gown Of
dark gold. with little green ribbons
here and there. Tie gown was short,
ana her ankles showed. In spite Of
tie strong boots she Wore they We're
alert. delicate and shlpely, and all
her beauty had he slender fullnesS Of
4 quail
When She saw nyck she stopped SGa.
denly, her mouth slightly open. She
gave him s,lelous glance Of wonder
interest and speculation. Then She
threw her htaa slightly back, and all
The curlS gathered in a bunch and
shook Ike bronze flowers. II was a
head of grace aul power If charm
and allgrement-of danger.
pyck was lost I'm admiration. lie
looked nj Ter rs one might look at a
beautiful thing In a dream. lie did
not speak; he only smiled as he sazed
INTO her eyes,
She was tie first to speak.
"Wcll. who are your she asked with
slightly southern accent in her
voice. delicate aud enhancing.
Her head gave little modest toss,
her fine white teeth caught her lower
lip with n little qulrk Of humor; for
she could see thar he was gentle
man. and tina. she was safe from any
thing that might trouble her.
He replied to her question with the
words.
"My name? Why, it's Dyck Cal
houn, that's all
Her eyes frightened. isn't that
enoughj' she asked gently.
She knew u rs fauily. She was
only visiting Ia the district with her
mother, Tut She had lately heard Of old
Nile, Calhoun aLd his wGywarl boy,
pyck; and here was Dyck. with a
humor in his eyes and a toach OF
melancholy at his lips. Somehow her
heart went cut To him.
Presently he said 10 her:
"Aud what's ycur namei'
Pm otly She,la ilvn the daughter
Of my mother a widow. visiting at
Loyland towers. Yes, I'm only Shei-
la,"
She laughed.
We'll Just be only Sheila,'" he an
swered ad,nirlusly, and lie held out a
hand to her. 81 wouldn't have you be
anything else. though its none Of my
us.ncsS"
For one swift Instant she hesItated;
then size laid her hand In his.
There's no reason why we should
not" she said. 'Your fathers re-
spectacle"
She looked at him again with
,,Gelous glance, and with whimsical,
reserved smile at her lips.
"Yes. nc's n4rct.bie. agree. hut
he's duh" answered Dycl;. "For m
lrislman. he's dul--anl he's a tyrant.
too. | suppose | deserve that. for I'm
a handful"
II think you are, aud a big handful,
too"
(Which way are you golneT" he
asked presently.
And you"
"Qh. I'm bound for home" lie
Po,uted across the valley. "Do you see
that smoke coming up from the plan
'aiion over thereT
Yes. know" she answered. Il
row. That's playmore, your fathers
place. Loyland towers Is between
here and there. Which way were you
so.ac therer'
Round to the left hc said puzzled.
rat agreeable.
"Then we must say saol.hy, because
20 to the right. That's NY nearest
way"
well, il that's yolr nearest way.
IN going with You h. said because
well bccausc-begaSe-
ar yon won't talk very niuchl" she
-ejoined with ,i,tle air Of instructive
oquetry.
81 Gou't want to talk. I'd Ike to u.s.
TN. Shall Ne Stgr7"
sseila's .A'aer's name vas Erris
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