Show concerning olive EY SARA LINDSAY COLEMAN copyright 1301 by dally story pub co under its swirl ot ruffled organdie polly s heel gave a little vicious dig anto the earth that sent the gaily val hammock forward polly frowned disapprovingly at her smart little shoes and the glimpse of silk mesh above them frowned too at her slender hands with their pink shining nails in polly s vernacular the afternoon was adorable so warm and still with the ot the wind in the pines and the drifting that changed and changed again the mountains for polly foresee ing that between her mother and mr dillingham she would become mrs dillingham in spite of herself had taken to her heels and fled to the mountains polly in the gay hammock swung slowly she looked dejectedly at her slim hand the flashing diamond that mr dillingham wanted to place there wouldn t have been so bad mr dalling lingham himself was better than nobody polly was very dejected below these heights in her world there were dances dinners men she sat up very straight tor the man big brown and splendid who tow ered above her was holding out his hand to her and his eyes were so en gapingly gagin gly blue olive knew that you were up here he said she has just written me about it she asked me to hunt you up and there were lots of messages the old schooldays he smiled down on her polly caught at those words as a drowning man clutches at a straw there was only one olive and she had married tom polly s brain worked frantically tom tate of course she beamed on mr tate she was pleased with herself at the rush of memory that had saved the situation from awkwardness for it is awk ward to have forgotten the name of the man who has married your dear est school friend mr tate was not handsome but bronzed and his vital frank person allty was irresistible he talked gaily of olive and her friendship tor polly of boat races and football games and at parting he held polly s hand a trifle longer than custom decreed and looked into her eyes with ees that spoke un uttered things given a man a maid and a moon even a baby moon and the aton is not without danger tate fell quickly into the habit of dropping in on pauline she was polly to her special friends at all hours there was a dairy and she played dairy maid while he superintended the making of the golden pats of butter there were books and they read or seemed to read there was a piano and he played and sang for him there was a lake on which they floated idly once in pursuit of a squirrel they went deeper and deeper into the wood tates gun was in his hand he was in the mountains tor the hunting but in the big silent wood they found no squirrels and that night fully brought up her thoughts with a little shiver she had been trying so hard to kemem her all the little tender things con berning olive during their school days trying to remember the look in her eyes as she bade her good bye and it was olive s husband s eyes that looked into hers A vague tear of herself assailed her what are his eyes to mea she said angrily what is he to me 7 poet erous she blew out her light having suddenly felt a longing for home and her mother s arms safe in the knowledge of her resolution to re turn home she avoided tate diligently next day but at sunset she walked through the odors of the sweet old fashioned garden to where the ham mock swung disconsolate he came perhaps she bad gone there knowing the fact oh the sweet poison that lurks in renunciation evening was warm and soft the wind stirred his fair hair and he played strange sweet tunes that hinted things beyond the telling the moon big and red came aver the hill and seemed to linger there as though loath to plunge into space in spite ot the warm air polly shiv ered bhe gasn wasn t responsible while that moon looked on it pat strange thoughts in her head As it divining he held polly s hand aase thoughts tate suddenly bent forward and took her hand why do you avoid mea he asked tenderly A married flirt married too to her dearest friend how could she think tenderly of such a contemptible and treacherous creature because she stammered I 1 de you I 1 don t understand you tate said in a bewildered way perhaps you understand olive bet ter yes what explanation aiu you givel Explanation 7 A model hubband sneered polly A bachelor until time ends cor erected tate I 1 m thirty aid you are twenty polly but the dream was sweet and olive asked polly in a hard little voice what would sho do did you knowd I 1 d t know she ever told a sou what breathed polly her handi were lacha and unlacing themselves nervously tom s all tate exclaimed but sometimes at a dance or card party he tabes too much and it boea to his head I 1 save olive from it al ways I 1 hardly thought she realized does olive love tom her bus banda polly put the question angly golly moses said tate polly laughed a low contented laugh she moved nearer to tate what does olive call youa ehg asked I 1 don I 1 know what you are driving at tate said but olive calls me rob they went deeper into the wood most women call their brothers in law by their christian name yes said polly yes she slipped her warm fingers into his you are a very peculiar young per son said tate yes polly humbly but my friends love me in spite of the becu suddenly she swayed to wards him lave me rob she pleaded As tate swept her into his arms the moon having freed itself from the hill and swung off into space looked from behind a silver lined cloud then dis freetly withdrew |