Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

At the succession of the sibilant sounds, John's brown eyes twinkled

brightly, and about his mouth came crinkly, telltale creases of humor.

"And they sing such lonesome tunes," continued Amarilly, "slower than

the one the old cow died on. I was tellin' the stage maniger about it,

and he said they'd orter git a man to run the meetin'-houses that

understood the proper settin's. Everything, he says, is more'n half in

the settin's."

"Amarilly," was the earnest response, "will you come to St. Mark's next

Sunday to the morning service? The music will please you, I am sure, and

there are other things I should like to have you hear."

Amarilly solemnly accepted this invitation, and then went home,

trundling a big cart which contained the surplices and the rectory

laundry.

Colette's remarks, so innocently repeated to him, made John take himself

to task.

"I knew," he thought rapturously, "that she was pure gold at heart. And

it is only her sweet willfulness that is hiding it from me."

That evening he found Colette sitting before an open fire in the

library, her slender little feet crossed before the glowing blaze. She

was in a gentle, musing mood, but at his entrance she instantly rallied

to her old mirth-loving spirit.

"I have made Amarilly's acquaintance," he said. "She is coming to church

next Sunday."

"A convert already! And you will try to snatch poor Amarilly, too, from

her footlight dreams?"

"Colette," he replied firmly, "you can't play a part with me any longer.

You, the real Colette, made it unnecessary for me to remonstrate with

Amarilly on her choice of professions. She is wavering because of your

assurance that there are better things in life for her to engage in."

He was not very tall, but stood straight and stalwart, with the air of

one born to command. At times he seemed to tower above all others.

She regarded him with an admiring look which changed to wonder at what

she read in his eyes. In a flash she felt the strength and depth of his

feeling, but her searching scrutiny caused him to become tongue-tied,

and he assumed the self-conscious mien peculiar to the man not yet

assured that his love is returned. Once more a golden moment slipped

away with elfish elusiveness, and Colette, secure in her supremacy,

resumed her tantalizing badinage.