Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1888-11-30


denizen of the wing under the
church caves, who kept out of his
range of vision and gave him no
chance for a bit of sig Irritation.
She had an atmosphere. He felt
its influence in widening circles
around him. He half believed she
was not pretty. Pretty women
we're not apt to have this magnetic,
| far.reachlng atmosphere. lie could
see the arm moving as she wrote
Was she novelist, or poet, or
copyist he wondered.
He directed his glass over the
city and watched the window, al
teruately. Presently he could see
the pen laid down, Impatiently, 1t
seemed. Then the shoulders and
irizzes disappeared from the desk
and soon he felt sure he heard her
door open and shut. She had gone
out.
"If 1t wasn't for the eyes of these
, workmen I'd climb into the room
and leave a note on her desk, or a
couplet to her shoulder and frizzes,"
be thought darlngly.
just then a paper sailed out
through the window, whirlIng aud
turning summersaults as if mad
with delight in its mission. 1t
circled round the chimney on a
roof below, peeped into a skylight,
dipped down like a bird upon n
vine creeping over a trellis IN the
ward, flew back to the open WIN
dow as if to return home, changed
lts mind and gyrated within range
of the linen clad figure with a tan
talizing "catch. me.if-yOu-can' ex-
preston. At the risk of losing his
balance, he captured the half sheet
of note, with words upon 1t, and
was debating whether to read OF
not read, lest he should encroach
upon a private matter, when he
became aware that it was merely a
receipt for some money paid t'
Brown & Co., furniture dealers, by
Kate GOOsechase.
Goosechase ye gods The name
was like a dash of ice water. Could
it belong to the graceful arm and
shoulder and crlnpllng brown hair
Should he make the paper an ex-
cuse for calling to return it? But
he couldn't make up his mind to
ask for Miss GoosechaSe. The rO-
nance seemed to be oOEing out OF
his little adventure. Perhaps it
didn't belong to her. 1t seemed to
be an insult to the shoulder and
pink ear tip to couple them with
such a name.
Suddenly be remembered he was
to meet his cousin Bertha at the
depot on the 1l:30 train. There
was no time to spare. He slipped
the paper into his linen vest pocket
and hurried down to the street. In
the excitement that followed
Bertha's arrival and the drives and
harbor excursions to be planned he
forgot Miss GOOsechase and the
folded receipt, which bided Its
time quietly in the unused linen
vest pocket until Harris and the
rest of the HolbrOok family got
back IN September from their sum
mer sojourn in their "cottage by
the sea-"
The very first night he got
back to the city he dreamed
he was standing on the
pale green and salmon carpet OF
the pretty room under the church
caves, trying to compose poem tc
the lavender.draped divinity OF The
place, and racking his brain to find
word that would rhyme gracefully
with GOOsechas He awOke with
a feeling that, either directly or in
directly, his dream was to meet
with verifcation.
A week passed. Harris chamber
was to be newly furnished, and he
set out one morning, commissioned
to select something that would
satisfy his rather fastidiOus taste
AS he walked up the large furni
ture rooms of Brown & Co. he
caught sight Of roll Of carpeting
the identical pattern of that in the
chamber OF the brown wing. De
Gliding that it would suit his
chamber also, he passed along
looking at furniture, and balancing
the comparative merits of oak and
walnut.
He stood before a pretty dressing
case, that took his fancy, testing
the truthfulness Of the oval mirror
as it reflected his embrowned face
and clear blue eyes, when he heard
voices on the right, near him, the
owners being hidden by tall cabi
net.
"Mr. Brown, | am positive Ipalc
that installment," clear, decided
feminine voice was saying.
"Durell says he knows nothing
about it. He keeps the books, you
know" returned an unpleasant
masculine voice, "It Is strange
you cannot show the receipt, if you
had one"
81 did have a receipt returned
the first voice, slightly tremuIous
vet with a touch of defiance. 81