A Tender Scene At Eventide In Central Park

It was eveninn; !n Central park - one of tlmse stillv evèrringa in early glimmer when the planta and the foilage are-yet too tenderte xive out a rustling sound lien broshed by the gentle breeze. Tlie Btillnesa sraa broken only by the faint rumhlinjr of whnels at a (istimce, tlie gplaah, nqw :md llicn, of a rat in tlie íílimmeriny water, or ih: ilull tbud of au occaslonal June-bug against Harold's plug-hat. The lovers had been sltting In mIciht tlicic by the lake wliilo tlie twillalli deepeued and the Indetlnable languor ui malaria stole over thetn. líarked out by a luxiin.-iiit foflage on either hand, l vi-ci. Blled in wlth a ÖOöd at purple twlllght, stnic-hnl on md on till it came ip ngalnSt tlie rear of i tli ir teen story flat. A si glit anx] Involnntary tremor patsed v( r Barold'i inarily form. "Are jou catchlng cold, love? " iski'd tlie jfiil, in u voiee full of tender sulicitude. "A' o, Eloise," said Harold. and added, in meamred tunes: "I tbluk it is r red ant." Tfie sllence belng thua broken, the lovers talked of the past and propliesicd of the future. "I MmstioMa think,'" said the yotith, dreamlly; "tU;it I was boiu to be ii poet. Paradoxiöally as it niay seein, I have liever yet reíd iny of my verses to you. Would yon like to licar some of theui? " "Oh, so lunch ciied the girl, olaepiog his arm. " Then let us move on to yoniler arcliway benëatn tlie drive," said Harold, rislnf( aiut pvintiM tovud o gao jot tl.ut tlarcd close to the m.issive misoury. As they ncared the subterranean passage the ííirl asked: "Anti lm vc yen caught hlmi" "( 'aiiht whom? " 'Why, tlie red ant." ''1 was Beafcblnsi for my mannscript," aid Earold, wlth a faiut suggestloD of bitteraeu In his volee, as he iirew ftrom Ii ia nin:r vest pocket ¦ iKeat of note paper of the kind known in Grand streel as "Kilt etch- flve cents a qvire." The picture thcy made as they halted nuclei' the filfully-llai ing as liht uas worthy of au aitist's pencil - ayt of his vbole kit. As tiiey stood close tógethef wlth the fllckerióg Bame burnlog over thfir lieads, the Bbndov they eist on the Concrete floortng was as fantastic as a pedlefa pack. It might have been the girl's imagination; Imt it was probably the concavity t the aroh that maile her lover's volee sound sliülitly bollOH M h raad. TMa is what Elui.se beard: "Oh, fiiirer far than e'er before She secmed that rtay as I, Returnlog froni ¦ fonuyn shore. Her window passcd me by. VVith throbbing heart I raised my eyes. unhappy lot; - surprise. Alas slie knew mu not I " "I ain not quite gettisg on to all of t - tlio-u wagons rurable o overhead," the girl broUe in, timkily : " but I guess I can keep the run of the story." Harold resumid, and Eloise drank in these words : "Two ycars. and only tivo had passcd, Since I had left htr side - Sificu -i . - i has fled. And looks of pride. Yet iti tliat time my doom was sealed. And forgot, stood revealed That sili she Knew me not "Oh. heaven that I should sec the day Whcn has fled, When clay dead I V"hy urn 1 doomed this panif to bear, Ohy _i- plot? rankkn there That nuil she knew me notl Wlien the wail of the youth had ceased to rverbrate In the arcliwuy, the girl observed: "Harold, something in your manner tells me tliat ibis weird story is terribly real to you." Harold bovved bis head. ''That It deals Wlth an episode of your ou n lifc," Bloise went on. "It does whispeied the youth, faintly. "And the fair one? " "She was that corner window-dummy, y' know, down where I liad charge of the white-soods counter a yèar ago last