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quiry Jnber eyes. Sal explained bow I
sorry i was to go, ana mat it was
unavoidable. I was'not going to rent
the house, though, and would she
tyke care of Tweedle, since she
seemed fonjfof him?
She looked at me ver; strangely.
"Is that all you want oi me?" she
"I wouldn't dare to ask more of
you," I answered.
"Yes-7-ril take him," she whispered,
and, turning suddenly, ran into the
house. I fancied she was crying.
When J went .to pay good-by I was
told she was indisposed, but she sent
word that she would take care of
I was a whole year in California,
because the business had more ram
ifications than I bad expected. I
thought a good deal about the girl
and wondered bow Tweedle was get
ting along. When I got back to JJont
clair the house was closed. I was
sorry I missed the giri-nnfl Tweedle.
I had no more business in the. city.
I spent all, my time in my home. s iJ
found I was moping. One day Mrs.
Briggs told me that it was said the
house was going, to be opened up
again. That was correct; a man and
woman, came, to Jive in it Two days
later I saw the girlv under the peach
trees. I -went over to her. She was
surprised to see me.
"We have jUBt come down for a
week to arrange about the sale," she
said. "We are living in Washington.
Did you want Tweedle'7"
"No," I answered, 'but I want you.
I have missed you, I never knew "
She interrupted me. "You should
have" told roe before," she said. "I
have been married three months now,
But I think ' hysterically "you had
better have Tweedle:"
"No, thank you, I dont want to see
Tweedle," I replied. That is all I re
member of that interview, except
that a man's voice" was calling some
where behind the peach trees. After
ward I thought Mrs. Briggs lookedat
Two or three years passed. I had,'
bought the old house and lived there..
Somehow I liked to associate it in my
mind with the girl who had walked
among the peach trees. I believe my
neighbors regarded me as a misan-.
thrope. As a matter of fact, I lived'
very largely in visions. I knew that)
I had missed the opportunity of hajK
piness, because it had not dawned cur
me that the girls among the peach'
trees was a woman of flesh and blood
instead of a fairy.
I liked to sit under the peach trees5
when they weer blooming. I was seat-?
ed there one day in early May, when
I saw a ridiculous little black, woollyL
dog come through the gate. The crea-
ture seemed to recognize me and bey
gan frisking about my knees. When1
I stood up my knees were shaking
because I was looking at the girl who
had sat where I was sitting now.,
"So it was you who bought th)
pjace?" said the girl , '
"Yes," I answered, looking at he$
in wonder. She was changed a goqd
deal; not in features or figure, but''
spiritually, I thought There was an1
expression which seemed to betokenX
suffering. But it seemed absurd to
me that she could have suffered.
"Why did you buy it?" asked thg
"I would rather not tell you f
ought not to," I answered.
"Tell me," she said. r
"I wanted to think of you. YouT
see I learned too late that I I had
loved you." -A
"And I never thought you loved
me," answered the girl. "That was
why I married because I felt tq$
wretched to let my thoughts dwejFj
on" you. You see, I was so simple 3
It never occurred to me that I could
think of you after I was married t$
"But you have?" I cried.
The peach-tree girl's head drooped
down and I saw two tears tremblings
upon her eyelastes. And then well,?
I forgot that she was married. A
, She raised her head. "My husband!