Evening star., 1928-05-18

car again they chartered with free
dom that had somehow been absent
from their relationship of late. Helena
coming and the responsibility she
brought him and Patricia'S absorption
IN her new position had kept them
apart But this was their old play
ground: they mad spent many DREAM
ing Summer Sunday here. and every
step of the way seemed to carry
Patricia back to the old mood of hap
pincSs and hope.
They were only dozen miles from
Deerbridge now, yet this was open
country. The farmhouse, where they
stopped for cream and the essential
coffee pot. stood alone on the edge OF
a wood, and they had climbed only
half mile beyond Ii when there was
no human sound except their own voices
TO break the heavenly Autumn calm.
yellow and scarlet leaves drifted slowly
down through the warm and fragrant
air, the ground beneath their feet was
Strewn with glory.
In the woods there was an aromatic,
a balSamic tonic in the little currents
of breeze that drifted to and fro; the
SKY was high and blue and crossed by
the sails of tiny clouds. They heard
a woodpecker and triumphant notes
from the barnyard far below. The
sounds came Softened and beautified
through the stiffness.
Almost without speech, they followed
the half-effaced path. 1t led them
leiSurely upward and stopped where the
sunlight fell warmly on the blue, wide
waters of the dam.
A Cottage in the Wood.
A wide bulkhead of cement held the
waters back; there was a little Spillway
where they foamed free; for the rest.
they were motionleSs. sapphire and satin
smooth. The bank rose sharply on the
opposite shore and the reflection of
flaming trees lay unbroken in the still
water.
Patricia crossed the dam daintily and
sat down with her back against a great
oak. She took of her hat, Smoothed
her hair back with a quick motion of
both hands. and gave great sigh of
utter happiness,
Sidney flung himself at her feet. and
for time there was no word between
them and no sound in all the world
except the smooth tumble of water
from the dam. and the little crack and
snap and rustic OF small life in the
woods. Chipmunks ran boldly about
their own affairs. trout jumped. and
two great blueiayS in mad pursuit of
a plumy-tailed gray squirrel curved
and swept through the low branches of
a maple.
why do We think anything in the
world is worth while except this. Pat?"
do we?" she asked dreamily.
I'VE think we dol" he answered
somberly. we get all mixed! Other
things seem worth while. Some
day Wen have a cottage In woods like
these. Pat, and we'll bring our break
fast down to the dam, or our supper
wen watch the moon risei"
They had planned it so. for years.
she thought. looking half sadly at his
handsome, happy face. his half-shut
eyes.
DO you know tne Palmer motto.
Sid?"
Great Allah, Have they a motto7
And coat of arms, OF course? Where
did they get them?
4 don't know where they got them,
my dear, but they have them. On
Beatrice'S notepaper. on the table linen
and on the limousine. This is the
family motto
since week before last, ne inter-
poiated. We'll, what Is it?" he added
as she laughed and was silent.
1T is Make the Way" Patricia
said
Good motto for climbcrs." he COM
mented dryIy.
She laughed again.
Good motto for anybody" she said
"Tt's mine now. Sid. / am going TO
make them my way. They want TO
climb into society on my shoulders:
I'm going 10 climb into Independence
on theirs The way was Caponsacchi.
They are my CaponSacchL
rs there so much money in it?" he
asked. after a silence.
"L0ts!" she answered promptly.
DO YOU mean that you a.e really
going to push that young young camel
into society. Pat?"
Exactly that"