Evening star., 1922-10-08
Youth and Hate and
Love and Treasure
Trove


liability was ruined life. He had
acquired the asset as an offset to the
liability, on his physicians advice.
You buy a lot somewhere" said
wise OLD DR.. Weston. who had prac-
tfced for thirty years In Morristown.
to which young Hayden had removed
his personal wreckage, land build your
self shack on 1T with your own
hands. By the time it's done you'll
have sweated her out of your sys-
tenn"
who said anything about a herr"
demanded the patient with the ex-
asperation of badly frazzled nerves.
when a young fool Of twenty-four
can't sleep O. nights and drops fifteen
pounds weight and loses his appetite
for anything heartier than bootleg
whisky there's usually the fiutter OF
q. skirt somewhere. Wouldn't she
marry your
"No; she wouldn't" growled the
youth.
That's lucky opined the brutal
doctor. "for both Of YOU
Young Mr.. Hayden deemed it most
rehensible on the part of Miss Zelda
Trefayne, then singing with marked
success a minor but piquant part in
that Broadway triumph, 1.-The Musical
Mixup.' Early in the previous spring
Zelda had picked him up. busted him
off. and finding him an amusing and
attractive human toy, petted him
quite as much as was good for either
Of them. But when he developed
matrimonial ambitions. she, being
sensible and honest individual. was
surprised and disconnected.
Who. me?' said she. What do
you want to do that for: You're only
a kid. and I'm twenty-seven if I'm
day. When i marry. it'll he real
cash In fact. I'm looking him over
now. Forget it, honey" Gilbert
pampered his wounded egotism with
SO profound fit Of the sulks that his
private and positIve diagnosis of a
broken heart seemed in fair way
to be Justified until he fell into the
hands of DR. Weston
hilbert attacked the burdock
" growth on his plot with sus-
tained fury and terrific slaughter.
Having cleared the land. lie built him
r. tool shed and proceed with grim
determination to grade his property.
HIS hands blistered with toll. His
nose peeled with the sun. His temper
got worse and worse. He hated
everything and everybody and par
ticularly DR.. Weston. But he began
TO get occasional nights sleep into
the deep WEAKNESS of which troublous
dreams OF Zelda did not penetrate.
One day he began to whistle at his
work. The very next afternoon trou-
bile arrived.
She sat on q rocky mound. with
back-tilted head, delightedly breath
ing the spring. She was q golden
brown creature. brown Of skin, brown
of garb, ruddy brown Of wayward
hair, with russet CLEANS and dreams
In her tawny eyes. Her hat. a small
and impudent affair, teetered airily on
a willow as II it might burst into
song at any moment. Her slender
body, bent forward to let her hands
join about her knees. seemed to pull
sate to the urgency of the warm.
sweet earth.
Young Mr.. Hayden interrupted his
work long enough to give her one
glance of savage gloom. What was
she doing on his property. anyway?
Should he ask her? No; why bother?
He returned to his shoveling.
Fifteen minutes passed. The tres
pxsser saids
Don't you ever stop to rest?"
The toiler said. NO"
That ended that. Ten minutes more
passed. The girl said:
Il wish you'd tell me what you're
doingT
"Grading this lot"
Yes; but why?"
ITO build a bungalow on
The deeper hues turned golden in
her eyes as she opened them very
wide; but she began to chuckle.
That's funny" she remarked. That's
wry funny. You don't really know
how funny It Is. Have you been at 1t
longT
.1ts odd haven't seen you. I
como nearly every afternoon
Il work IN the mornings"
you're grading it beautifully for
q layout" she continued persuasively.
For some mysterious reason this
seemed to afford her further amuse-
ment. sYou must have been working
very hard"
II haven't had any interruptions"
he pointed out, ''up to now"
'Ohr' said tho brown girl. Then.
dolorously, '1 believe you're getting
tired Of having me around" She rose.
captured her hat. set it in place at a
disturbing anglo, ana strolled few
psces away to the side of the mound
vhers she seemed to be alternately
examining a signboard and consult
fne a document which she had taken
from her pocket. When she returned
che was undergoing some sort of In
ner struggle which ended in her COM
piste surrender to amusement
Gilbert dropped his shovel. stood up
straight and glared the best glare he
had in stock. It worked. The girl
sobered down.
"Good-by." she said quite plead
fuKly, But there was a suspicious
twinkle somewhere back of the ap-
pnfent meeknesA
s1ood-by." he barfsed.
sACome againfs she insinuated. AS
this elected no response she added:
'I was thinking OF coming back to-
morrow. Yes2 NOT Oh. well; Just
az you say"
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