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report of its condition was always the same〃neat as wax。〃 To be sure； there was one room that was always locked against her； the west gable； looking out on the garden and the hill of pines beyond。 But Mrs。 Griggs knew that in the lifetime of Jasper Dale's mother it had been unfurnished。 She supposed it still remained so； and felt no especial curiosity concerning it； though she always tried the door。
Jasper Dale had a good farm； well cultivated； he had a large garden where he worked most of his spare time in summer； it was supposed that he read a great deal； since the postmistress declared that he was always getting books and magazines by mail。 He seemed well contented with his existence and people let him alone； since that was the greatest kindness they could do him。 It was unsupposable that he would ever marry； nobody ever had supposed it。
〃Jasper Dale never so much as THOUGHT about a woman；〃 Carlisle oracles declared。 Oracles； however； are not always to be trusted。
One day Mrs。 Griggs went away from the Dale place with a very curious story； which she diligently spread far and wide。 It made a good deal of talk； but people； although they listened eagerly； and wondered and questioned； were rather incredulous about it。 They thought Mrs。 Griggs must be drawing considerably upon her imagination； there were not lacking those who declared that she had invented the whole account； since her reputation for strict veracity was not wholly unquestioned。
Mrs。 Griggs's story was as follows：
One day she found the door of the west gable unlocked。 She went in； expecting to see bare walls and a collection of odds and ends。 Instead she found herself in a finely furnished room。 Delicate lace curtains hung before the small； square； broad…silled windows。 The walls were adorned with pictures in much finer taste than Mrs。 Griggs could appreciate。 There was a bookcase between the windows filled with choicely bound books。 Beside it stood a little table with a very dainty work…basket on it。 By the basket Mrs。 Griggs saw a pair of tiny scissors and a silver thimble。 A wicker rocker； comfortable with silk cushions； was near it。 Above the bookcase a woman's picture hunga water…colour； if Mrs。 Griggs had but known itrepresenting a pale； very sweet face； with large； dark eyes and a wistful expression under loose masses of black； lustrous hair。 Just beneath the picture； on the top shelf of the bookcase； was a vaseful of flowers。 Another vaseful stood on the table beside the basket。
All this was astonishing enough。 But what puzzled Mrs。 Griggs completely was the fact that a woman's dress was hanging over a chair before the mirrora pale blue； silken affair。 And on the floor beside it were two little blue satin slippers！
Good Mrs。 Griggs did not leave the room until she had thoroughly explored it； even to shaking out the blue dress and discovering it to be a tea…gownwrapper； she called it。 But she found nothing to throw any light on the mystery。 The fact that the simple name 〃Alice〃 was written on the fly…leaves of all the books only deepened it； for it was a name unknown in the Dale family。 In this puzzled state she was obliged to depart； nor did she ever find the door unlocked again； and； discovering that people thought she was romancing when she talked about the mysterious west gable at Golden Milestone； she indignantly held her peace concerning the whole affair。
But Mrs。 Griggs had told no more than the simple truth。 Jasper Dale； under all his shyness and aloofness； possessed a nature full of delicate romance and poesy； which； denied expression in the common ways of life； bloomed out in the realm of fancy and imagination。 Left alone； just when the boy's nature was deepening into the man's； he turned to this ideal kingdom for all he believed the real world could never give him。 Lovea strange； almost mystical loveplayed its part here for him。 He shadowed forth to himself the vision of a woman； loving and beloved； he cherished it until it became almost as real to him as his own personality and he gave this dream woman the name he liked best Alice。 In fancy he walked and talked with her； spoke words of love to her； and heard words of love in return。 When he came from work at the close of day she met him at his threshold in the twilight a strange； fair； starry shape； as elusive and spiritual as a blossom reflected in a pool by moonlightwith welcome on her lips and in her eyes。
One day； when he was in Charlottetown on business； he had been struck by a picture in the window of a store。 It was strangely like the woman of his dream love。 He went in； awkward and embarrassed； and bought it。 When he took it home he did not know where to put it。 It was out of place among the dim old engravings of bewigged portraits and conventional landscapes on the walls of Golden Milestone。 As he pondered the matter in his garden that evening he had an inspiration。 The sunset； flaming on the windows of the west gable； kindled them into burning rose。 Amid the splendour he fancied Alice's fair face peeping archly down at him from the room。 The inspiration came then。 It should be her room； he would fit it up for her； and her picture should hang there。
He was all summer carrying out his plan。 Nobody must know or suspect； so he must go slowly and secretly。 One by one the furnishings were purchased and brought home under cover of darkness。 He arranged them with his own hands。 He bought the books he thought she would like best and wrote her name in them； he got the little feminine knick…knacks of basket and thimble。 Finally he saw in a store a pale blue tea…gown and the satin slippers。 He had always fancied her as dressed in blue。 He bought them and took them home to her room。 Thereafter it was sacred to her； he always knocked on its door before he entered； he kept it sweet with fresh flowers； he sat there in the purple summer evenings and talked aloud to her or read his favourite books to her。 In his fancy she sat opposite to him in her rocker； clad in the trailing blue gown； with her head leaning on one slender hand； as white as a twilight star。
But Carlisle people knew nothing of thiswould have thought him tinged with mild lunacy if they had known。 To them； he was just the shy； simple farmer he appeared。 They never knew or guessed at the real Jasper Dale。
One spring Alice Reade came to teach music in Carlisle。 Her pupils worshipped her； but the grown people thought she was rather too distant and reserved。 They had been used to merry； jolly girls who joined eagerly in the social life of the place。 Alice Reade held herself aloof from itnot disdainfully； but as one to whom these things were of small importance。 She was very fond of books and solitary rambles； she was not at all shy but she was as sensitive as a flower； and after a time Carlisle people were content to let her live her own life and no longer resented her unlikeness to themselves。
She boarded with the Armstrongs； who lived beyond Golden Milestone around the hill of pines。 Until the snow disappeared she went out to the main road by the long Armstrong lane； but when spring came she was wont to take a shorter way； down the pine hill； across the brook； past Jasper Dale's garden； and out through his lane。 And one day； as she went by； Jasper Dale was working in his garden。
He was on his knees in a corner； setting out a bunch of rootsan unsightly little tangle of rainbow possibilities。 It was a still spring morning； the world was green with young leaves； a little wind blew down from the pines and lost itself willingly among the budding delights of the garden。 The grass opened eyes of blue violets。 The sky was high and cloudless； turquoise…blue； shading off into milkiness on the far horizons。 Birds were singing along the brook valley。 Rollicking robins were whistling joyously in the pines。 Jasper Dale's heart was filled to over…flowing with a realization of all the virgin loveliness around him； the feeling in his soul had the sacredness of a prayer。 At this moment he looked up and saw Alice Reade。
She was standing outside the garden fence； in the shadow of a great pine tree； looking not at him； for she was unaware of his presence； but at the virginal bloom of the plum trees in a far corner； with all her delight in it outblossoming freely in her face。 For a moment Jasper Dale believed that his dream love had taken visible form before him。 She was likeso like； not in feature； perhaps； but in grace and colouringthe grace of a slender； lissome form and the colouring of cloudy hair and wistful； dark gray eyes； and curving red mouth； and more than all； she was like her in expressionin the subtle revelation of personality exhaling from her like perfume from a flower。 It was as if his own had come to him at last and his whole soul suddenly leaped out to meet and welcome her。
Then her eyes fell upon him and the spell was broken。 Jasper remained kneeling mutely there； shy man once more； crimson with blushes； a strange； almost pitiful creature in his abject confusion。 A little smile flickered about the delicate corners of her mouth； but she turned and walked swiftly away down the lane。
Jasper looked after her with a new； painful sense of loss