Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1891-01-02

well, who am II laughingly de-
manded the stranger.
"You are the book writer," said Alice.
"The arthur who is going to write a
novel about the old ruined house in
Wild Glen, where the ghost used to
walk, and the pretty girl drowned her
self in the days Of the revolution Oh
we I've heard all about you" with an ex-
ultant little nod Of the head "You
came down to old Owen Hardy's to make
inquiries last week, and m artist from
Belbamptou is. coming to sketch the
ruins aud make the illustrations for the
\ BOOB z =sfay Jaw goo. 19s ssie
declared you we're Stuify, middle-aged
old fogy Now, should say You were
under thirty"
And she stopped short, and surveyed
him with critical air. which appeared
to amuse him not little.
II am six.and twenty" said be.
"liulu Hardy never was Q judge Of
character" said Alice. loftily. "But
Mrs. Hardy said you we're quite dissi-
pated man" gsaat9Q daa
ibid she ?" s.
Eyes," nodded Alice. "You called
for bottle Of brandy, and drank glass
Of it raw--yes, absolutely raw And
then you smoked three cigars afterward.
and sat up writing in little portfolio
probably the very ono you have under
your arm--half the night. Now, must
say, you don't look like that sort Of
thing n da Nsf
"Don't | 7" 81 aiJiF
III never saw drunkard," said Alice,
still eying her companion in the same
intent. distracted sort Of way. "But
I've always supposed they had red noses
aud dim, bleared eyes, Your nose isn't
red--a little suuburned. perhaps across
the bridge, but not to signify--and your
eyes are as bright and cleer US mine
But, il we're you"
"Well ?" (Still with the same amused
look. s
II would leave of brandy and cigars.
They must affect your nose in time, to
say nothing Of your nerves. And it's
quite ridiculous for o young man like
you to fall into such horrid habits as
thatr
THANK you" said the stranger an
bear your advice 10 mir ~
SO they walked on togethef AL
catechisine her companion on tho v
and customs OF literary men, and
ing that she, too, could not write ?
because my life here is 500
full" said she, frankly. "Ptf.
on earth but q country school
have no outlook no opports l..,s.ss....
other girls IL ne M--adi - !. "
The Towers---you can juet see tho tnr-
rets Of the fine old Stone mansion peep
ing out Of those trees across the river
we're to come back from India or China,
or Japan, or wherever else he is bury
ing himself alive, he might, perhaps.
fall in love with me. Or might pos
sibly strike out a career for myself, If
only had chance to get beyond tho
stone fences and sheep pastures OF Tho
Glen, But,' with deep sigh, ''its no
uss. wishing Here we are. Uncle ia
bez p to issssh2g-oompieyi old
individual who sat Smelling Lima beans
on q wooden bench outside the house
door. ithis is Mr.. Layard, the author
nen;nn ~" IN rauer.n. 40 v uno,,
~. hod;'a.n, If b;s ;dea ~ tba H.
$50 wnrIJ
"lIe has lost his way" went on Alice.
.J .nnnose Lo can sieen in The harm
oh.mbsr p,
nAnd welcome . said JJncle Jabez
..s.aa.r,. most re.dv .Ins. Il, A.
ana msLe vonrsalf Al home air. 10 II
~ h"In no,,r ann, d;sh m ,be cola norL
aaJ hapns AII;e. tba.'s = oood a;rl
Sa.;,o Sosiov he's in there v.;t;n, for
n. If snnn.r before he goes n Mere
J;,,, TowarsW
a. .h;s n.omon, Son;re ss.l.v him.
s.ls CANE ont a han, and wrinkIed ola
man With cold snactacles and = sb;n-
;nc h.H hood Tha ;nstant ba s.w
A. Aa.ms, vo,no comnonion Ms s.cc
I;ah,.d ~ viii rscoonition and he
hemad loT r
M Merod;,h p be excl.;med ..th;s
!. ;,daoa an un.-n.cted nlaasnre AZ r
-. lon;na 70 raae, von a. ,ha Tovars
y, w.. nvp,ne ~, 80
I'M Marad;,h =,
A.. d;mnlod c.oo had ,u,,ed soor.
i, n;,h .,rn.ise ana mor,;fca,;on
'' ..Than nnn .on ars not ,he boot.
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