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Phyllis leaned against the door-ja road which wound up froain in the land waves Miles away she could see a little cloud of dust travelling behind the e, which moved toward her almost as imperceptibly as thethe hill trail fro with song in a voice young and glad

"My love has breath o' roses, O' roses, o' roses, And cheeks like su dew," floated the words to her across the sunlit open

If the girl heard, she heeded not One uessed her a sullen, silent lass, and would have done her less than justice For the storm in her eyes and the curl of the lip were born of a ay vocalist who drew his horse up in front of her and relaxed into the easy droop of the experienced rider at rest

"Don't see aze came round and met his sunniness without response

"Yes, I see you, Toested lightly

She gave hior of her straight figure and the flash of her dark eyes

"Mad athis arms on the po, half teasing

The girl chose to ignore hi antlike toward the hills

"My love has breath o' roses, O' roses, o' roses," he hummed audaciously, ready to catch her sht he had never seen her carry her dusky good looks more scornfully With a movement of impatience she brushed back a rebellious lock of blue-black hair froht foolish," he continued jauntily "It was all in fun, and in a gah the profile did not turn in the least toward him

"Well, I hated to let you stay a wall-flower"

"I don't play kissing ganity

"Sho, Phyl! I told you 'twas only in fun," he justified hi to irl that ever was kissed"

She glanced quickly at hiirls He had taken off his hat and the golden locks of the boy gleah a critic ht have found weakness in the lower part of the face Chin and mouth lacked firmness