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Bob Blaguon. He raised his hand,
and from a neighboring thicket there
rose abruptly the music of banjos and
guitars and the loud, sweet singing
Toward dessert nothing was to be
heard but the exclamation": "For
Heaven's sake, look at the moon!"
VDId you ever see anything like it?"
No one remembered to have seen
the moon so large or so bright. Atom
ized silver poured like tides of light
into the surrounding woods; and at
the same time heavenly odors of
flowers began to move hither and
thither, to change places, to return,
and pass, like disembodied spirits en
gaged in some tranquil and celestial
It was not wholly by accident that
Mister Masters found himself alone
with little Miss Blythe. Emboldened
by the gayety of the dinner and then
by the wonder of the moon, he had
had the courage to hurry to her side;
and, though there his courage failed
utterly, his action had been such as
to deter others from joining her. So,
for there was nothing else to do, they
found a thick rug and sat upon it, and
leaned their backs against a log.
Little Miss Blythe had not yet ask
ed Blagdon to drive her home.
Though she had made up her mind to
do so, it would only be at the last
possible moment of the twelfth hour.
It was now that eleventh ' hour in
which heroines are rescued by bold
lovers. But Mister Masters was no
bolder than a mouse. And the moon
sailed higher and higher In the
"Isn't it wonderful?" said little
"Just smell it!"
Her sad, rather frightened eyes
wandered over to the noisy group of
which Blagdon was the grave, and
silent center. He knew that little
Miss Blythe would keep her promise.
He believed in his heart that her de
cision would be favorable to him; but
he was watching her where she sa.t?
with Masters and knew that his be
lief in what she would decide was not
strong enough to make him altogeth- 1
Then his eyes caught little Miss1
Blythe's, but she turned hers instant
"Do you see old Mr. Black over
there?" she said finally to Mister
Masters. "He's pretending not to
watch us, but he's watching us like"
a lynx. . .. Did you ever start a
piece of news?"
"Never," said Mister Masters'
"It would be rather fun," 'said lit
tle Miss Blythe. "For Instance, if we
held hands for 'a moment Mr. Black
would see it, and five minutes later
everybody would know about it."
Mister Masters screwed his cour
age up to the sticking point, and took
her hand in his. Both looked toward
Black as if inviting him to see.
, "There," said little Miss Blythe,
and was. for withdrawing her hand.
But Masters' fingers tightened upon
it, and she could feel the pulses beat
ing in their tips. She knew that peo
ple were looking, but she felt brazen,
unabashed, and happy. Mister Mas
ters' grip tightened; It said: "My
master has a dozen hearts, and they
are all beating for you." To return
that pressure was not an act of little
Miss Blythe's will. She could not help
herself. Her hand said to Masters:
"With the heart with the soul."
Then she was frightened and asham
ed, and had a rush of color to the
"Let go," she whispered.
But Masters leaned toward her,
and, though he was trembling with
fear and' awe and wonder, he found, a
certain courage and his voice was
wonderfully gentle and tender, and
he smiled and he whispered: "Boo!"
Only then did he set her hand free.
For one reason there was no need
now of so slight a bondage; for an
other, Mr. Blagdon was approaching