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Show j5i:3PXST0nY j Vl ifctllM i Viw.mvwJ Tm afr'ali," Bhe sali; ai they eat down on a log where thfy could watch" the clear water as it rippled along' over' the shining pebbles, "that we ought nofj td' have som out her alone. . Mr. Westwood will be worried . when she flnda thit we are not fn sight." Tes."' ' he" returned, "perhaps wa ought to return. She appears" to take, her duties as chaperon very serious ly." ' "How do you know the patch we Just came down Is called 'Loyenf LaneT- 1 thought you had never been here before?" be-fore?" . "I merely gueBsed It must bo 'Lovers Lane.' There Is always a 'Lovers' LaneT at a plage of this' kind, ybu'TLnow." 'I there? But the real 'Lovers Lane' may be somewhere else." , "Perhaps it Is. "We might call this It tni we find the re"aT one, though.; I "You must have had a delightful time j in- Colorado. Was Pike's Peak very wonderful?' "I didn't' think" much" of. lt; and .CoToj rado was a disappointment to me. I didn't1 eee It under" very favorable' circumstances, cir-cumstances, you know." "Why. wasn't it the right season?" "Not for me. .1 went i out there Just after you had told me that you never-r;" . .-. ' "IsrTf It' beautiful the wa'y; the sunbeams sun-beams steal through the leaves and play on the water down, there?" , "Tes7 it's very, fine. WelT, aa you said a moment ago, Mrs. Westwood will probably be worrying about us. Shall we go back?" - "I think we'd better,. Isn't it ridiculous ridicu-lous the. way Miss Allen and Mr. Hewitt have been flirting out here?" "I hadn't noticed it" "Goodness, you can't have any eyes. Everybody has been talking about it" "I have eyes for only'.'. t . "It looks to me as if Mrs. Westwood had Invited them out here deliberately to throw tbem together." "I've heard that she's an incorrigible matchmaker." . "Oh, she doesn't live for anything else." "I wonder If she expects Tom Thurston Thurs-ton and Miss Marsh to arrange matters toetween themselves while they are here?" "You may be sure she wouldn't have Invited them if she hadn't thought it might come to that." "Shall we go backf . "Yea, they'll be getting the help out td hunt us If we don't hurry. Is It true that the forget-me-nots cover almost everything on the way up the aides of the Peak?" "I didn't notice. I believe there were flowers of some kind there. But they didn't interest me." "And I suppose you found a "Lovers' Lane' out there, too? You say they always al-ways have one everywhere." . "There was one there, no doubt, but" I wasn't looking for it. If you had been there" "Hark! I thought I heard aomebody calling. Don't you think we'd better go? What a joke It would be to get lost in "I'm afraid that would be pretty hard to do," he said, getting up. "One could not go a quarter of a mile In any direction direc-tion without getting into the fields." "But people sometimes get bewildered so that they go around In circles without with-out knowing it," she answered, as she tossed a piece of bark Into the stream and watched It float lastly away. "Have you ever been lost?" "No; but I have loved and" "Do you think Mabel Allen and Mr. Hewitt are suited to each other? They are both dark, you know." "What difference does It make about the color of their hair or eyes If they love each other?" "I don't know, only people say that a girl who has dark hair should marry a man who is light, and vice versa." "Would you say no to a man because of the color of bis hair If you" "Why do you keep Insisting; on being personal? I was talking about other people." VOther people don't interest me very much. But supposing other people were to get to considering the question of dark girls and light men or dark men and light girls and decided that we were; "We- must really.be going, or Mrs. Westwood will never forgive us." "Yea The sun will be down In a few minutes. There's the whistle of the boat coming up tha lake." "Thia Is such a delightful spot that I hate to leave It. I think I shall come out every day and sit here and watch the ripples; Do you suppose there are any fish In this stream ?" "I'm afraid not. But there may be wildcats in these woods." "Oh, well, I suppose I can get the coachman, or the man who attends to the lawn, or or somebody to come and protect me." ' m He looked 'at his watch and then glanced up the patch. "This Is the loveliest time of the day to be in the woods," she continued. "There's such an eerie feeling about them. One can Imagine that there's a dryad behind every tree." "There's a chipmunk behind that one over there. I Just saw him scoot around it Hadn't we better go now?" "I don't believe you care for the beau- ties of nature." "There's the chipmunk. Do you see Mm?" "But I, wasn't tslklng about chipmunks." chip-munks." ' - . "He's one f the beauties of nature, Isn't her "I mean the trees, shrubs, streams and rocka What a gift It would be if one could put this all into a picture or i a poem!" "And sell It for three dollars and forty for-ty cents." "That isn't at all funny." . "Mrs. Westwood won't be st all funny fun-ny either If we keep her worrying much : longer-.". . . - . "Oh; well, if you can't think of any- j thing -but Mrs. Westwood, perhaps we ' ought to hurry back." I "I could forget that there ever wes a Mrs. Westwood If" . . .. tr itnM vmkTnaVdown- at her whQa ! she earnestly gazed at tha tiny point ot a shoe that peeped front under her soft,-fluffy soft,-fluffy dress. The setting suh had found an opening through the trees and was trying to add beauty by heightening the color of her cheeks. "If what?" she askedv ' "If you would tell me you were sorry you said no that other time." . . She lifted her arms toward him and they forgot that Mrs Westwood mag waiting. S. E. Kiser, In Chicago Record-Herald. - . . |
