The Desert and The Sown

ne can be, but we can. We can

nes. A reader of voices would have pronounced hers the phy

or emphasis, a hand several sizes larger closed upon it and held it fast. "Hear the wor

lence. Too close it touched him, that vital image of t

the courage that comes of right to cut ourselve

t right-of one who knows exactly what she

e, with which all the youth and

s, and eat and drink with us, and tell us what to wear. Every pleasure of our lives would be spoiled with his eternal 'Where do I come in?' It was simple enough in that garden, with only those two and nobody outside to feel injured. But we are those two, aren't we? Isn't everybody-once in a lif

ese proud young persons, undeveloped on the side of passion and better versed in theories of life than in life itself. They had separated the day after the

there. I could be simple there, but not with you, sir! That terrible East Side would be shaking its gory locks

ppiness, and I will be your almon

the East Side? New York has other sides. While you go slumming with the Seraph, I shall be tal

ted to laug

art before it has had time to soften naturally. Giv

York. Did you find it such

ke a note of some sort. How if my note should jar with yours? Paul, dear, it isn't nice to have convictions when one

r, he knew that Moya was giving him a bit of her true self, that changeful, changeless self which goes

fuss and doing? Doing, doing! We are not ready to do anything yet. Eve

at me like that is the most terrible temptation of my life. You make me

You are under my orders. What right have we to choose each other if we are not to be better to each other than to any one else?-if our lives belong to any one who needs us, or o

to be coddled like pears picked for market. But I'm not preaching to you. The heavens forbid! I'm trying to explain. You

to have any, or to wa

by mine. Then you will know just where and

e me from knowing! Why didn't

his passion in his eyes. "

e whispered. Her face g

ut the truth. Will you listen, swee

! Haven't we reach

he heard him say; but she detected pa

? What is t

e in quite a different class from where I belong,

irl in white who reefed back her skirts with one hand, the other was raised to her hair which was blowing across her forehead in bewitching disorder.

lous ones? Don't you

'" Paul quoted deris

Dawson's to play Hearts

d, we are busy!"

Doing

s. We are talking a

ne's high laugh followed the lieut

eclared. "We can't eve

g of Lan

a sense of humor, Paul? Can't we have char

ep beside her. "You are shivering

she mocked. "Why should I go in when

't help my constraints and convictions that bore you so, any more than you can help your light heart-God bless it-and your theory of

impressing upon her the one important fact back o

you bidding

age in these days for a good American to tell th

was little mirth and

him she added quickly, "My father is a hired

Grandfather Van Elten's, and from that time he earned his bread with his hands. Don't imagine that I'm apologizing," Paul went on rapidly. "The apology belongs on the other side. In New York, for instance, the Bogardus blood is quite as good as the Bevier or the B

d Moya. "What does it matter

e colors. I thought you would not speak of the P

ith position in the army.

r gives orders-mine to

Even I know that!" said Moya. A slight shiver passed over her as sh

the wind? There is a wind creeping down these steps." H

mother walking on the porch? Father, I

s. It is always the same loneline

een in an accidental way, that at least would have been picturesque; but it is only the possession of land, by whatsoever means or title, that can dignify an habitual personal contact with it in the form of soil. That is one of the accepted prejudices which one does not meddle with at nineteen.

Moya gave herself up to listening-to him

up in a houseful of brothers and sisters, governed by her mother instead of an old ignorant servant, in all likelihood she would have married differently-more wisely but not perhaps so well, her son would loyally have maintained. The sons of the rich farmers who would have been her suitors were men inferior to their fathers. They inherited