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They were all ueep in tne lirst
united tug, each person placed care
fully by the doctor, and guys for the
rope driven at Intervals decided by
Laughing and Smothered With Roses,
She Crept Into View.
Martin, when there was an Interrup
tion for Cherry's arrival on the scene.
With characteristic coquetry she did
not approach, as the others had, by
means of the front porch and the gar
den path, but crept from the study
window Into a veritable tunnel of
green bloom, and came crawling down
It, as sweet and fragrant, as lovely
and as fresh, as the roses themselves.
Her bright head was hidden by a blue
sunbonnet, assumed, she explained
later, because the thorns tangled her
hair; but as, laughing and smothered
with roses, she crept Into view, the
sunbonnet slipped back, and the love
ly, flushed little face, with tendrils of
fold straying across the white fore
head, and mischief gleaming In the
blue, blue eyes was framed only In
loosened pale gold hair.
Years afterward Allx remembered
her so, as Martin Lloyd helped her to
spring free of the branches, and she
stood laughing at their surprise and
still clinging to his hand. "The day
we raised the rose tree" had a place
of Its own In Allx's memory, as a time
of carefree fun and content, a time of
perfume and sunshine perhaps the
last time of Its kind that any one of
them was to know.
Cherry looked at Martin daringly as
she Joined the laborers; her whole be
ing was thrilling to the excitement of
his glance; she was hardly conscious
of what she was doing or saying. Mar
tin came close to her, In the general
"How's my little sweetheart this
Cherry looked up, her throat con
tracted, she looked down again, un
able to speak. She had been waiting
for his first word; now that It had
come It seemed so far richer and
sweeter than her wildest dream.
"How can I see you a minute?" Mar
tin murmured, snapping his big knife
"I have to walk down for the mail
" stammered Cherry, conscious only
of Martin and herself.
Both Peter and her father were
watching her with an uneasiness and
suspicion that had sprung Into being
full-blown. Both men were asking
themselves what they knew of this
strange young man who was suddenly
a part of their Intimate little world.
Peter, In his secret heart, had a
vague, dissatisfied feeling that Lloyd
was a man who held women, as a
class, rather In disrespect, and had
probably had his experiences with
them, but there was no way of ex
pressing, much less governing his
conduct toward Martin by so purely
speculative a prejudice. Somewhat
appaUed, In the sunny garden, strug
gling with the banksla, Peter decided
that this was not much to know of a
person who might have the audacity
to fall in love with an exquisite and
Innocent Cherry. After all, she would
not be a little girl forever; some man
would want to take that little corn
colored head and that delicious little
plnk-cJad person away with him some
day, to be his wife
And suddenly Peter was torn by a
stab of pure pain, and he stood puz
zled and sick. In the garden bed, won
dering what was happening to him.
"Listen want a drink?" Allx asked,
coming out with a tin dipper that
spilled a glittering sheet of water
down the thirsty nasturtiums. "Best
a few minutes, Peter. Dad wanted a
pole, and Mr. Lloyd has gone up Into
the woods to cut one."
"lad. there's Cherry V Peter asked,
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drinking deep.
"She went along Just up In the
woods here!" Allx answered. "They'll
be back before you could get there.
They've been gone five minutes!"
Five minutes were enough to take
Cherry and her lover out of sight of
the house, enough to have him put his
arm about her, and to have her raise
her Hps confidently, and yet shyly,
again to his. They kissed each other
deeply, again and again.
Their talk was Incoherent. Cherry
was still playing, coquetting and smil
ing, her words few, and Martin, hav
ing her so near, could only repeat the
endearing phrases that attempted to
express to her his love and fervor.
"You darling! Do you know how I
love you? You darling you little ex
quisite beauty! Do you love me do
you love me?" Martin murmured, and
Cherry answered breathlessly:
"You know I do but you know I
Presently he selected the sapling
redwood, and brought It down with
two blows of his ax. The girl seated
herself beside him, helped him strip
the trunk, their hands constantly
touching, the man once or twice delay
ing her for one more snatched and
laughing kiss. And Martin said that
he was going to make her the happiest
wife a maii ever had.
Dragging the stripped tree, they ran
down the sharp hill to the house Just
as Anne came out to announce lunch
eon. Peter was wandering off In the
woods nearby, but came at Allx's
shrill yell of summons, and looked re
lieved when he saw Cherry and Mar
tin not even talking to each other.
They had been gone only ten minutes.
It Mas a happy meal for everyone,
and after It they had attacked the rose
bush again, with aching muscles now,
and In the first real summer heat. It
was three o'clock before, with a great
crackling, and the scream of a twist
ed branch, and a general panting and
heaving on the part of the workers
at last the feathery mass had risen a
foot two feet Into the air, had
stood tottering like a wall of bloom,
and finally, with a downward rush,
had settled to Its old place on the
roof. Hong was pressed Into service
now, and with Martin, was on the
roof, grappling with a rope, shouting
There was a rending, slipping noise
on the roof, a scream from Martin,
and shouts from the doctor and Peter.
With a great sliding and rushing of
the refractory sprays, and with a hor
rifying stumbling and falling, down
came Martin, caught In a great rope
of the creeper, almost at Cherry's feet.
A time of great running and calling
ensued. Cherry dropped on her knees
beside him, and had his head on her
arm for a moment; then her father
took her place, and Allx, with an as
tonished look at the younger girl's
wet eyes, drew her sister awuy. Im
mediately afterward Martin sat up,
looked bewllderedly about from one
face to another, looked at his scratched
wrist and said "Geeln in a thoughtful
"You scared Cherry out of ten
years' growth I" Allx reproached Mar
tin. "I I thought he might have hurt
himself!" Cherry said, In the softest
of little-girl voices, and with her shy
little head hanging. Anne decided
that It was becoming her clear duty
to talk to Cherry.
A few minutes later Allx, Peter and
Martin left for the daily ceremony of
walking Into the village for the mail.
The house was very still, early sum
mer sweetness was drifting through
wide-opened windows and doors; the
long day was slowly declining. Anne
peeped Into the deserted living room,
softened through all Its pleasant
shabbiness Into real beauty by the
shafts of sunset red that came In
through the casement windows; and
was deliberating between various be
coming occupations for Martin
might walk back with the girls
when her uncle called her.
"Anne you weren't there when that
young chap tumbled. But I've been
worrying about It a little. There's no
question there's no question that she
that Cherry called hlra by his
name. 'Martin, she called him."
Anne had crossed to the shadowy
doorway; she stood still.
"You've not noticed anything be
tween him and Cherry?" pursued the
doctor. "A girl might call a man by
his name, I suppose "
"I don't think there has been any
thing to notice," Anne stated, In a level
"Well, It must be stopped, If It has
begun," decided her uncle. "I can't
permit It I'd forgotten how the little
witch grows!"
Again Anne was silent. She was
not In love with Martin Lloyd; she
was not as susceptible as the much
Xpunger Cherry,, and she had not had
his urging to help tier to a quicK sur
render. But for the first time In her
life she had seen an absolutely suit
able man, a man whose work, position,
looks, name and churacter fitted her
rather exacting standard, and for the
linst time fclie hud let herself think
confidently of being wooed and won.
And, standing in the doorway, she
tasted the last bitter dregs of the
dream. It was all over. Anne was
at the age that sets twenty-five years
as the definite boundary of spinster
hood. Sho would be twenty-five In
Allx came In from her walk glow
ing, and full of a great discovery.
"Dad," she said eagerly, taking her
place at the supper table, "what do
you think ! I'll bet you a dollar that
man Is falling In love with our
Cherry !"
Anne, at the head of the table,
looked pained, but there was genuine
apprehension In the doctor's face.
"Where Is your sister?" he asked.
"Down there by the gate," Allx an
swered. "They're gazing soulfully Into
each other's eyes, and aJl that! Peter
went home. But Cherry with a beau!
Isn't that the ultimate extension of
the limit! I'm crazy about It I think
It's great. I love weddings! Thls'll
be the third I've been to!"
"All this seems to have come up
very suddenly," the doctor said, dazed
ly, rumpling his gray hair with a fine
old hand. "I don't Imagine your sister
Is taking It as seriously as you and
Anne seem Inclined to "
"Oh, does Anne think so!" Allx ex
claimed. "I think Cherry Is one of the for
tunate girls destined to drift along
the surface of life," Anne said, "and
to accept wifehood quite simply. I
only wish I were that type "
She was Interrupted by Cherry her
self. The girl fame to the porch door,
and as she hesitated there a minute,
with her smiling eyes seeking her fa-
Harass "&tn mm
I'm if
"Dad!" Said Cherry, "I've Brought
Martin to Supper."
ther's face, they saw that by one firm,
small hand she drew her lover beside
her. Martin Lloyd's smiling face
showed above hers in the lamplight.
"Dad!" said Cherry, with a childish
breath. "Dad! I've brought Martin
to supper!"
The three at the table did not move
for perhaps twenty slow seconds. Dr.
Strickland, who had pushed back his
chair, and whose hands were resting
on the table before him, stared at them
steadily. Anne, with a quick litUe
hiss of surprise, smiled faintly. Allx,
the unstllted, widened her eyes, and
opened her mouth in unaffected as
tonishment. For there was no mis
taking Cherry's tone.
"Doctor," said Martin, coming In,
"this little girl of yours and I have
something to tell you I"
The old man looked at him sharply,
almost sternly, looked about at the
girls' faces, and was silent.
"Are you surprised, Daddy?" Cherry
laughed, with all a child's Innocent
exultation. The next Instant Anne
and Martin were shaking hands, and
Allx had enveloped Cherry In an en
thusiastic em bract.
"Surprised!" exclaimed Allx. "Why,
aren't you surprised yourself?"
Her sister flushed exquisitely, and
Martin laughed.
"We're Just about knocked silly!"
he confessed, and all the girls laughed
A place was made for Martin, ai.d
biscuits and omelet and honey and
tea were put into brisk circulation.
Cherry took her chair, all dimples,
flushes, smiles, and shy confidence.
"And what are your plans?" Anne
asked maternally.
Her uncle, who had been silent dur
ing the excitement, mildly Interposed:
"I think we needn't go too fast,
young peoidel You've only known
each other a few weeks, after all; you
must be pretty sure of yourselves be
fore taking anything like a decisive
step. Plenty of time plenty of time.
Mr. Lloyd here and I must have some
talks about his plans "
"I know exactly how you feel, Doc
tor," Martin said, sensibly and sym
pathetically. "I realize that I should
have come to you first, nnd asked to
pay my respects to your daughter. Ex
cept that It all came over tne with
such a rush. A week ago Cherry was
only a most attractive child, to me.
I'd spoken to my aunt about her and
had said that I envied the' man that
was some jggy lo wjn. hec and that
- I
to get back to work and 1 found I
couldn't go! And then came last
night, when I began to say good-byes,
and It happened! I know that you
all hardly know nw and I l:n v l!. at
Cherry is pretty young to settle down,
but I think I can satisfy you, Doctor,
that you give her Into safe hands, and
I believe she'll never regret trusting
me !"
He had gotten to his feet as he spoke
and was holding the back of his chair,
looking anxiously and eagerly Into the
old man's eyes.
Well " said the doctor, touched,
In his gentlest tone, "well! It had
to come, perhaps. I can't promise her
to you very soon, Mr. Lloyd. But If
you both are willing to wait, and If
time proves this to be the real feel
ing, I don't believe you'll find me hard
on you!"
"That's all I ask, sir!" Martin said,
resuming his seat and his dinner. And
for the rest of the meal harmony and
gayety reigned.
After dinner Cherry nnd Martin, in
nil the ecstatic first delight of recog
nized love, went out to the wide front
porch, where there were wicker chairs,
under the rose vines. Allx alone
laughed at them as they went. Anne,
with a storm In her heart, played nois
ily on the piano, and the doctor, after
giving the doorway where Cherry had
disappeared a wistful look, restlessly
took to his armchair and his book, In
such desolation of spirit as he had not
known since the dark day of her moth
er's death.
The next day AHx and the engaged
pair walked up to Invite Peter to a
tennis foursome on the old Bllthedale
court. It was a Saturday, and as he
usually dined with them, or asked them
to dine with him on Saturday, they
were not surprised to find him busy
with a charcoal burner, under the
trees, compounding a marvelous dish
of chicken, tomatoes, cream and mush
rooms. "Stop your messing one second!"
Allx said, catching him by the arm.
"Congratulate these creatures they
they're going to be married! Why
don't you congratulate them?"
Peter gave one long look at Mar
tin and Cherry, who stood laughing,
but a little confused and self-conscious,
too, In the grassy path. With a
shock like death In his heart, he real
ized that It was all over. Their pro
tection of her, their suspicions, had
come too late. Blind child that she
was, she was committed to this fasci
nating and mysterious adventure.
His face grew dark with a sudden
rush of blood. But he went to them
quickly and shook hands with Martin,
and was presently reproaching Cherry
for her secretlveness In his old, or
almost his old, way.
He arranged that they were to play
the tennis here on his own courts, and
later dine with him, but under his
hospitality and under the golden beau
ty of the day It was all pain pain
pain. It was agony to see her with
him, beginning to taste the rapture of
love given and returned; It was agony
to have the conversation return al
ways to Martin and Cherry, to the
first love affair. Peter felt that he
could have killed this newcomer, this
thief, this usurper of the place that he
himself might have filled.
"Dad's always said he disapproved
of long engagements," Allx commented,
amusedly, "but you ought to hear hlrn
now! This thing he won't even call
It an engagement It's an understand
ing, or a preference Is to be a pro
found secret, and Cherry's to be twenty-one
before any one else but our
selves knows "
Peter did not hear her. There was
beginning n little hope In his heart.
Girls did not always fulfill their first
engagements; did not often do so, In
fact. The thing was a secret ; It might
well come to nothing, after all.
Tli at was the beginning, and sftsr
It, although It was arranged between
them all that nothing should be
changed, and that nobody but them
selves should share the secret, some
how life seemed different. Two or
three days after the momentous day
of the raising of the rose tree, Martin
Lloyd went to his mine at El Nido,
and the Interrupted current of life In
the brown bungalow supposedly found
Its old groove.
But nothing was the same. The doc
tor, In the first place, was more silent
and thoughtful than the girls had ever
seen him before. Anne and Alix knew
that he was not happy about Cherry's
plans, If the younger girl did not. With
Allx only he talked of the engage
ment, and she knew from his com
ments, his doubtful manner, that he
felt It to be a mistake. The ten years'
difference between Cherry and Martin
distressed him; he spoke of It again
and again.
Cherry was changed, too, and not
only In the expected and natural ways,
Allx thought. Her dally letter from
Martin, her new prospects, not only
Increased her Importance In the other
girls' eyes, but Innocently Inflated her
own self-confidence. She had prom
ised to keep the engagement "or un
derstanding, or preference," a pro
found secret, but this was Impossible.
First one Intimate friend and then an
other was allowed to gasp and ex
claim over the news. The time came
when Anne decided that it was not
"decent" not to let Martin's aunt know
of It, when all these other people
knew. Finally came a dinner to , the
Norths', when Cherry's health was
drunk, and then the engagement pres
ents began to come In.
Her father only looked tenderly In
to the Uue eyes and tightened his
big arm protectlngly about the slender
young shoulders. But he was deeply
depressed. There was nothing to be
said ngalnst young Lloyd. It was only
mused the Uoctojc aghast onlj
was all! Then the time cane for me
what was being duiie In the world
j every day. But he was staggered by
' the bright readiness with which all
j of them Cherry, Martin, the other
! I Hs accepted the stupendous fact
t! at Cherry was to he married.
She was quite frankly and delight
edly discussing trousseau now, too en
tirely absorbed In her own happiness
She Was Delightedly Discussing Trous
seau Now.
to see that the other girls had lives to
live as well as she.
"I got my cards yesterday," she
said one day. "I was passing the shop
and I thought I might as well! The
woman looked at me so queerly; she
said: 'Mrs. John Martin Lloyd. Are
these for your mother?' 'No,' I said.
They're for me!' I wish you could
have seen her look. Martin says In
today's letter that he thinks people
will say I'm his daughter, and Allx
he says that you are to come up to
visit us, and we're going to find you
a fine husband ! Won't it be funny to
think of your visiting me! Oh, and
Anne did you see what Mrs. Fairfax
sent me? A great big glorious fur
coat ! She said I would need It up
there, and I guess I will I It's not
new, you know; she says It Isn't the
real present, but It can be cut down
and It will look like new."
And so on and on. The other girls
listened, sympathized and rejoiced, but
It was not always easy.
August brought Martin. He was
delighted with his work in the El Nldo
mine, the "Emmy Younger," and every
thing he had to say about It was
amusing and Interesting. It was still
In a rnther chaotic condition, he re
ported, but the "stuff" was there, and
he anticipated a busy winter. He
was to have a cottage, a pretty crude
affair, In a few weeks, right at the
"How does that listen to you?" he
asked Cherry. She gave her father a
demure and Interrogative glance.
Martin, following It, Immediately sob
ered. "Just what Is your position there?"
the doctor asked, pleasantly.
"A lltle bit of everything, now,"
Martin answered, readily and respect
fully. "Later, of course, I shall have
my own special work. At present I'm
doing some of the assaying and have
charge of the sluice-gang. They want
me to make myself generally useful,
make suggestions, take hold In every
way I"
"That's the way to get on," the old
er man said, approvingly. Cherry
looked admiringly, with all her heart
in her eyes, at her husband-to-be; the
other girls were Impressed, too. Mar
tin had not been with them more than
a few hours before the engagement
was openly discussed, and there were
constant references to Cherry's mar
riage. Somehow, c few days later, wedding
plans were In the air, and they were
all taking It for granted that Cherry
and Martin were to be married almost
Immediately; In October, In fact. The
doctor at first persisted that the event
must wait until April, but Martin's
reasonable Impatience and Cherry's
plaintive "But why, Daddy?" were too
much for him. Why, Indeed? Cher
ry's mother had been married at eight
een, when that mother's husband was
more than ten years older than Martin
Lloyd was now.
"Would ye let It go on, eh?" the
doctor asked, somewhat embarrassed,
one evening when he and Peter were
walking from the train In the late
September twilight.
"Lord, don't ask me!" Peter said,
gruffly. T think she's too young to
marry anyone but the mischiefs
done nowl"
"I think I'll talk to her," her father
decided. "Anything Is better than
having her make a mistake. I think
she'll listen to me!" And a day or
two later he called her Into the study.
It was a quiet autumn morning, foggy
yet warm, with a dewy, woody sweet
ness In the air,
"Before we decide this thing final
ly," the doctor said, smiling Into her
bright face, "before Martin writes his
people that It's settled, I want to ask
you to do something. It's something
you won't like to do, my little girl.
I want ye to wait a while wait a
year J"
It was said. He watched the bright
ness fade from her glowing face. She
lowered her eyes. The line of her
mouth grew firm.
"Walt until you're twenty, dear.
That's young enough. I only ask you
to take a little time to be sure, dearl"
Silence. She shrugged faintly,
blinked the downcast eyes as If tears
stung them.
"Can't take your old father's word
for It?" Dr. Strickland asked.
"It Isn't that. Dad!" she protested
ea;rer?v nr.d recilor.aN ly. "I'll wait
I have wulted! I'll wult until
Christmas, or April, If you say sol
But It won't make any difference;
nothing will. I love him and he love
me, and we always will.
"You don't know," Cherry went on,
with suddenly watering eyes, Myoa
don't know what this summer of sepa
ration has meant to us both I If we
must wait longer, why, we wllL of
course, but It will mean that I am
Just living along somehow oh, I won't
cry!" she Interrupted, smiling with
wet lashes. "I'll try to bear It de
cently! But sometimes I feel as If
I couldn't bear It"
A rush of tears choked her. Sho
groped for a handkerchief and felt,
as she had felt so many times, her
father's handkerchief pressed Into her
hand. The doctor sighed. There was
nothing more to be said.
So he gave Cherry a wedding check
that made her dance with Joy, and
there was no more seriousness. There
were gowns, dinners, theater parties
and presents; every day brought Its
new surprise and new delight to Cher
ry. She had her cream-colored, rajah
silk, but her sister and cousin per
suaded her to be married In white, and
It was their hands that dressed the
first bride when the great day came,
and fastened over her corn-colored
hair her mother's lace veil.
It was a day of soft sweetness, not
too brightly summery, but warm an4
still under the trees. Until ten o'clock
f. I11' m
They Fastened Over Her Corn-Colored
Hair Her Mother's Lace VeJL
the mountain and the tops of the red
woods were tangled In scarfs of white
fog, then the mellow sunlight pierced
It with sudden spectacular brighten
ing and lifting.
At twelve o'clock Charity Strick
land became Charity Lloyd and waa
kissed and toasted and congratulated
until her lovely little face was burn
ing with color and her blue eyea were
bewildered with fatigue. At two
o'clock there were good-bys. Cherry
had changed the wedding satin for the
cream-colored rajah silk then and wpre
the extravagant hat. It would be
many years before she would spend
twenty-five dollars for a hat again, and
never again would she see bronzed
cocks' feathers against bronzed straw
without remembering the clean little
wood-smelling bedroom and the hoar In
which she had pinned her wedding hat
over her fair hair, and had gone, de
mure and radiant and confident, to
meet her husband In the old hallway.
She was confusedly kissed, passed
from hand to hand, was conscious with
a sort of strange aching at her heart
that she was not only far from saying
tlx? usual heart-broken things In fare
well, but was actually far from feel
ing them. She laughed at Allx's last
nonsense, promised to writer wouldn't
say good-by would see them all soon
was coming, Martin and so a last
kiss for darling Dad and good-by and
so many thanks and thanks to them
She was gone. With her the uncer
tain autumn sunshine vanished and a
shadow fell on the forest. The moun
tain above the valley was blotted out
with fog. The brown house seemed
dark and empty when the last guesta
had loitered away and the last caterer
had gathered up his possessions and
had gone.
The doctor had changed his un
wonted wedding finery for his shabby
old smoking Jacket, but Peter atjtl
looked unnaturally well dressed. AUr
stepped down to sit between them and
her father's arm went about her. She
snuggled against him In an unusoat
mood of tenderness and quiet.
"Be nice to me!" she said, whim
sically. "I'm lonely!"
"H'm!" her father said, significant
ly, tightening his arm. Peter moved
up on the other side and locked his
own arm In her free one. And ao
they sat, silent, depressed, their ehoxjl
ders touching, their somber eyes fired
upon the shadowy depths of the forest
Into which an October fog was softly
and noiselessly creeping.
Cuba's Varieties of Hardwood.
Cuba has about 307 varieties of ex
cellent hardwoods. Besides. mahogany
and cedar, there are about thirty spe
cies of palm. The royal palm Is prob
ably the most useful tree on the Is
land, every part from leaves to roetl
belnf utlllxed by natives.
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