THE CORN LADY ?i 



reddest of all." And there was no one who 

 could gainsay him. 



He had thrown his torn straw hat down 

 beside him, and I shall never forget how he 

 looked with the morning sun catching the 



THE GIRLS TULIPS 



bright lights in his tousled hair, his fair boy- 

 ish face strong and fearless, his caressing 

 touch on the crimson flowers and, finally, the 

 look of reverence which stole into his eyes, 

 which told of a new-born love for the beau- 



