Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-11-08

till l got rOuuu inc corner. Buu ABOUT
the book. OF course the thing has just
been mislaid, and Ill make Barrie smart
for this. Why, darn it all, l was reading
the book myself that afternoon, and 1 went
home with Barbara-IH call her that this
time without the Miss-and she didn't
have it. Put it back? Why, certainly. I
always do. OF course Puddle headed fool,
I'll cane him!'
John went straight to his aunt's, deter
mined not to tell her of the futile inter
view with Barrie and its ending. But
Cupid ruled otherwise. He found Marion
Barrie in the house, and, realizing how
hopeless his love must be now, was hardly
civil to her. Even his aunt noticed it and
said:
why, John, Marion has been my only
comfort, except always you, since this
happened, and you act as if you were an
cry with her. Oh, what are they going to
do with me, John? What did Mr.. Barrie
say?"
And John could keep in no longer. 1t
all came in a rush of passionate words, re-
strained only by Marion's presence.
AS she listened the color left her face,
and a great tear filed each eye. She loved
her father, but now she realized that she
loved John Sprague more, and as she real
lied it her eyes told the story.
Barbara had stolen from the room, and
they were alone. John finished with,
"And that's why I have little to say to
you, Miss Barrie"
"'Miss Barrie! All, no, John, not
thatl I'-and she blushed and hesitated
-stI don't agree with father, John"
Ten minutes later they sought Barbara
Myles to assure her that neither ''agreed
with father"
"Now, john" said Marion, II believe
/ that you and I can fathom this. OF course
the most natural theory is that some enc
my of Miss Myles has put this book here
in this house, but there are two facts
against that. No one has been in the
house but old Job Doyle, and Miss Myles
| hasn't any enemies. But there was the
book"
"Where was it found?'' asked John.
Gin the box under the seat here by the
fireplace" answered Barbara. "How
could it nave come there unless after l had
left here the morning 1 found it was gone
some one had come here and placed it in
the settler"
"Were there any signs of any ones COM
/ lily LII, III LttI Ddlu1 Y uo i'm In
story again from the last time you saw
the book" said John.
"When l came home to lunch, the book
was there in it's accustomed place. That
was the last l saw of it. Oh, no-Job
Doyle had it that afternoon!"
"Yes, he told me so when l met him.
Did he put it back?"
"Why, John, you don't think-of course
he put it back"
ibid you see it after you saw it In his
hands9 Think hard now"
The poor little woman blushed and
looked uncomfortable and finally said:
mo. Mr.. Doyle was waiting outside for
me, and it was storming fiercely. So I
just put on the remaining lights, and 1
do believe l did not look to see If the Wal
ton were SAFE"
eyes, yes" said John. "What them"
"Why, we walked home together" she
said shyly, "and l asked Job in to have a
cup of tea, and he took off his coat and
put it,
"Where?" demanded John.
"Why-why in the settle-why-John,
you don't think-why, where are you 60
ing, John?"
John rushed out Of the house, saying
something as he went about that absent
minded chap will forget where he lives
next"
He went to Job Doyle's house, and the
maid told him she expected her master
back at any moment. So he concluded to
wait. Soon in came Job, wearing q far
away look, and greeted John with a very
formal "How do you do, sir? What can !
do for your"
"Tell us what you stole the Walton for, ;
said John.
"God bless my SOUL" calculated Job.
"What do you mean, sir?"
Nothing but what l said, " said John,
laughing in spite of himself. "Now, see
here, Mr.. Doyle. you told me you were
reading the book that afternoon. Did you
put it back? Now, for Barbara's sake,
Doyle, do try and recollect."
"No, I have no recollection of replacing
it,"
CHOW, as a matter Of fact, isn't this
what happened: You read the Walton al
the afternoon, and when 6 O'Clock struck
and Aunt Barbara began to put the lights
out you put your great coat on
"And, like a fuddle headed fool that
am, slipped the book into my pocket"
EAaCUly.
"But how did it get into the settler"
"Simplest thing in the world. Wher
you went into the house,
II took my coat off, and it slipped on
of the pocket"
Fright again"
"Well, John Sprague, I'm a baldheadet
idiot! Come on down to Barrie's and tel
him the story, and then we'll go out hunt
ing for the constable with a shotgun.
"No; you'd better send for Mr.. Barrie
and tell him about it,"
Accordingly Mr.. Barrie was sent for
and Job told him the whole story, con
Guiding with:
Robert Barrie, you'd better take bacl
some things you said this morning tt
John here. But if you wan to play any
football tricks on me, why, l guess II
make a good way back. Did you ever il
your life meet a bigger Anticipated APP
thar mc?"
And Robert Barrie was forced to admi
that he never had.-Pioneer Press.
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