The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1899-12-12

i]9 grass IN comicaI
55EA@ 60, bewiIderment.
The delinquent,
q slim, bare-head-
cd girl, with the humor still lurking
about her scarlet lips, returned his
stare with interest.
Brian Hennessy's mouth quivered
into smile beneath the brown mus
tache.
What is the ioke?" be asked.
The girl struggled to regain her
composure.
Il really must beg your pardon, ="
she said in a clear, sweet voice, "but
your lament was so exceeding dolor-
Gus, and $50 -"
Remarkably tunetuI
Thank you" gravely. so re-
markably untuneful, that I could not
refrain from laughing at you. 1t was
very rude of me-"
And very natural, said Brian,
quickly struggling TO his feet.
The sun was beating down with =
fervent heat Great lazy butterflies
sailed slowly by Away at their feet
the country Unrolled itself IN q panO-
Behind them, u long, low, half
ruined house stretched its gray front
along the hill
Hennessy looked at his companion
critically. He saw q girl, rather above
the average height, clad in a cream
colOred frock, which somehow even 10
. him bore the impress Of fashion. Out
of q pure oval face a pair of wide.
dark eyes gazed fearIessIy.
Il am afraid you are counting IN
attack Of sunstroke," he observed, a
note of concern II his voice.
She laughed again-a low, ripping
laugh
= It is your song which is to blame, s."
she said gayIy. Il left my sunbounet
over there IN my haste 10 see the-er
singer, -. q mischievous CLEAN in the
dark eyes.
He hurried around the little Chimp
OF bCahes and found the little bonnet
lying beside book. which had fallen
open at the hyleaf He could not fail
TO see the inscription:
"Olive NJ. DalrympIe.'
He sighed dismally.
"a Grande dem0iseIls a-ru=tica5-
ing he murmured below his breath
''Put on your very best society man
ners, Hennsssy, my boy.
The girl stood where he had left
her, soft smile curvinE her lips:
1T is he-I know 10 is he, " she
thought quickly; the man whom Mrs
Dolan said could coax u bird OF a
tree with his blaruey-poOr Brian
Heunessy."
II have brought your book, too
Miss Dalrymple," be said politely.
pushing his battered straw hat 90 a
more sober angle on his fair head.
and perhaps I ought % introduce
myseIf-Brian H.nusssy. 1T your
service
She stared and zazed At him in a
puzzled way.
The book lay open. he said half
apologeticalIy, "anj hence my
All, yes, thank you, she said de-
murely, hiding her laughing eyes be-
meath her bonnet. You are the
landlord, aren't y7u?
'Er-wsii yes. + suppose Z am, ''
agreed Hennsssy, q tribe sriu'y, a5
present.
"Ohr'--a1d she faced him quickly.
pain and pity In Der eyes how
tnoughtisss Of me- Mrs DoIaa has
spoken Of you. au go very sorry.
The mans strong. 7irus face soft.
ensd into IA ildeserI5a5le sweetness.
thank v5u. be said simply.
do you know. Mr. Hs-1sss7 '
Inc said presently. .llas came here
-his afternoon With o purpose"
Really with 7u,zzt-1l smile.
Yes, '--Zra7..y -'I came .5 see
-C1r home.
He bowed low
7 have heard s1 much 1b1t r.. m (
on. from Mrs. D5.au. sl8 continued
chat ara Consumed with eu-l54ts7.
us not that ras1rl. il % woman a.
rsnture1.
20 gravity. "Bgt. believe nae. DO o.
Ct impairment curiosity + know tas
In Darlington who is force. .srlr
~ bis daughter. very we'll indeed
JssI5.7 T uf ..s
The mon s.T.aaf 1sr-srH5-s
Ny dear Mss r1-vur's. b.
ld, OF must beg NJ you t1 dismiss
y such I3sa 1s once N- Darling
is quite within bis rights. and
ouid be the 1s. person .l the world
question them Ny lose v... .se.
regret to say. 5e tls tenants I.-s
man who can lea. s5 hlrshIy " B..
viii no. spare them As fgr Mrs.
Jan. Z fear she allows her tongue q.
e much TOO freely
10 IL for love of y01 she erie.
yulsivei7.