The Washington times., 1934-05-19

a nice picture swinging along
in your solitary way. -"
Like Lucy Gray across the
lonely Wild"
He caught the hungry note
in her voice and wondered
about it.
Pippin held her sweater be-
fore the fire.
my mother will be so awfully
worried. Is there short cut
to the trail?"
"No-but it's not so far-two
miles to your cabin"
He put out the fire. Pippin
looked into the thick, impene-
trable dark.
"You can't reach the trail
from here!"
"I got up here, didn't I? I'm
an Indian trailer. Follow closely
and don't be afraid"
He took Pippin's hand. drew
1t through his arm. They
started down the rocky, uneven
slope. Branches of trees caught
in her sweater. In the blind
dark she kept stumbling over
the stones.
I'm sorry" said Dale, pretty
rough going, isn't it?"
Eyes, it is, but hurry, anyway.
I want to get home"
They talked in brief snatches,
feeling their way cautiously be-
tween crags. Presently they
were on the trail; all at once a
moon came up, showing the
white path before them and the
bl ack, beautiful mountains
rising to Storm-tossed, indigo
sky. They stood a moment and
watched a ragged cloud scurry
into distance.
Secret Beauty
Pippin gave a soft exllltant
laugh: 'I love to see the sky all
swept about, the stars lost and a
cold, bright moon like that come
sailing high"
He said, puzzled: "You should
like it better gold and streaming
gently on the water. Must you
always hike alone?"
"Oh, no! My brother is often
with me. Sometimes nv mother
goes"
''You say you've been to Rain
bow, but there's a little lake en-
tirely hidden a few miles distant
Hardly anyone have ever found
it. It's very wonderful. I took
Kate Stone to see it the other
morning"
Pippin said on a sigh: II like
Kate Stone!"
eyes. Isn't she the quaint,
picturesque dynamo?"
She answered, eager: "It must
be wonderful to be like Kate"
What do you mean"
"She seems so free. All done
with storms and tumult. Every
body loves her."
He said absently and his voice
stirred along her nerves: II
wonder if it's well to be past the
StormS?"
This was the way Pippin met
Dale Owens.
He caught up with her several
times on the trails. When she
was in swimming, his boat
passed. He waved.
One day she was going to
Rainbow. He swung along at
her side.
do you want to see the little
lake I told you OFF"
Eyes. I'm going that way"
In half an hour they stood be-
fore a small, dream-like pool,
completely encircled by tall,
desolate pines, but the minia.
ture lake was a-bloom with ILL
lies. They were white and pink
and blue. Pippin had never seen
pond lilies in color before. Sheer
ecstasy to come upon this secret
beauty.
"I wish my mother could lee
this" she said excitedly. But
it's a little too far for her"
"You can bring her a few. -.
the blue and pink. They're diff
ferent."
Pippin leaned against a great
tree and gazed at the loneliness.
He stood silent and watched her.
Then he came up and took her
hand.
She said happily: "I'm glad
you showed me this!" and raised
glowing eyes to his.
He looked into them startled:
"Well-I'm glad tool"
Intrigued
Shortly after this he showed
her a sketch of the lotus-lake.
Standing against the tall pine
was a girl with vivid hair and
blue, deeply-burning eyes. Pip
pin recognized herself. She red
dened because of the stormy
sadness revealed in her face.
Don't you like yourself?"
"I don't quite admire the girls
angry look. The rest of the pic
ture is lovely. Did you do it?
Oh, you're an artist, And you've
been coming up here for years?
It's odd we didn't meet sooner"
"No, it isn't. I'm not of your
generation. Besides, I've only
been on this lake two years and
I'm scarcely an artist. Just a
magazine illustrator. I've done
quite a few sketches OF EclA j