The Winslow mail., 1899-03-04

the thing has been Eislaid, and T..
rake Barrie smart fer tbs. Why, d.
it all, | was reading the b0uk nys;
tE2t afternoon, aEd l went hone "
BaTjara-Tll call her that this I.,.
without the Miss-ard she didn't h
ii. Put il back? Why, certainly; la
ways Go. Of course. Fuddle-heade
fcol! I'll cane him"
john went straight to his aunt's. d.
terInined net to tell her CT the futi.
interview with Barrie and its endin.
.5ut Cupid ruled otherwise. lie four
Iarian Barrie IN the house, and, re-
King how hopeless his love must L.
now was hardly civil to her. Even hi
aunt noticed it, and said:
why, John, Marian has been my oniy
comfort. except always you, since thi.
happened, and you act as if you WEI
angry with her. 0, what are the
going to do with nee, John? What die
Mr.. Barrie say?"
Aad John could keep in nc longer. ]
all came in a rush of passionate word
restrained only by Marian's presence
As she listened the color'left her fax
and z great tear filled each eye. 81
loved her father, but now she eaEzsl
that she loved John Sprague mt re, arG
as she realized it, her eyes told the
stcry.
Barbara had stolen from the room.
and they were alone. John 1inishe d
with: "And that's why have little to
say 10 you, Miss Barrie"
"'Miss Earrien All, no, John, rot
that; l." and she blushed and hest.
tated. Il don't agree with father
john
Ten minutes. later they sought Bar
bara Myles. to assure her that neither
agreed with father"
"Now, john" said Marian, II believe
that you and L can fathom this. o.
course, the most natural theory is tha
some enemy of Miss Mylcs has put hi.
book here in this house. But there art
two facts against that. No che ha:
been in the house but old job Doyle, ono
Miss Myles hasn't any enemits. But
there was the beck"
''Where WAS it :ound?" asked John.
''In the box under the seat here by th2
fireplace" answered Barbara. "How
could il have come there unless after
had left here the morning l found i
was gone, some one bad come here and
placed it in the settle?"
"Were there any signs of anyone's
coming in, Aunt Barbara? Tell US the
whole story again from the last time
you saw the book said John.
"When I came hcma to lunch the book
was there in its accustomed place. hat
was. the last l saw Of it. O, no, Job
Doyle had it that afternoon"
eyes, he told me so when met him
Did he put il bacl?'
why, John, you don't think? OF
course he put it back"
did you see it after sou saw it in his
hands? Think hard, now"
The poor Ettle woman blushed and
looked uncomfortable and finally said ::
'No. Mr.. Doyle was waiting 0 ii de for
me and it was storming fiercely. So
just put out The remaining lights and l
do believe l did not look TO see if the
Walton were safe"
"Yes, yes" said JOAN. ''What then?"
"Why, we walked home together" she
said shy ly, 'and asked Job in to have
a cup CT tea, and he took off his coat
and put it"
"Where?" demanded John.
"N by--why in the settle-why-
John, you don't think. Why, where are
you going, John?'
John rushed out Of the house, saying
= 7, bo - |,
sert-r7 ;,rded chap will forget where be
lives next"
lie went to Job Doyle's house, and
the maid told him she expected her
master back at any momen-, So he
concluded to wait. Soon in came job.
wearing a far-away look, and greeted
john with a very formal how do you
do, sir? What car ! DO fer your"
Tell us what You stole the Walton
fer" said JChr.
God bless ny soul!" ejaculated Job.
''What DO you mean, sir?"
Nothing but what I said," Sid 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 an: recollect."
"No, L have no recollection If replac-
ing IT,"
'Now, as matter of fact, isn't this
what happeued? You read the Walton
all the afternoon, and when six o'clocA
struck and Aunt Barbara began to ru1
the lights out you put your great coat
on
"And, like fuddle-headed fool that
am, slipped the book into my pocket
Exactly"
"But how did it get into the eettle?"
simplest thing in the world. When
you went into the house"
Il took my coat eff and it slipped out
of the pocket
Accordingly Mr.. Barrie was sent for
ard Job told him the whole story, con-
Guiding with:
"Ecbcrt Barrie, you'd better take
back scme things you said this morning
to John here. But if you want to play
any football tricks on me, why I guess
I'd make a good way back. Did you
ever in your life meet bigger addle-
pateG ape than me?"
And Robert Barrie was forced to ad-
NIT that he never had.-Cleveland
Leader.
Sweetest Love Story IN Literature.
Wherever Mrs. Browning trod, what
ever she touched, became endowed with
the sacredness of her presence. when
Mr.. Browning returned with her On
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