Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1902-04-24


deserted Stroan together AS
- the waves receded, leaving a
n bare stretch of sand, where
once whole fleets had ridden
at anchor. the once -four.
~ ishing town had dwindled
and sunk, in spite of valiant struggles
to revive and retain her ancient su
premacy.
In the length and breadth Of the
land no place could be found so sleepy,
so much behind the times, so tortuous
of street and so moss-grown of stone,
as Stroan had become, when. by a
happy chance, the game of golf came
down from the North and established
itself as the fashion. Then somebody
discovered that the bare and unproduc-
tive sands between Stroan and the
sea made Excellent "links;;" visitors
began to arrive and to put up at a
brand-new hotel built expressly for
their accommodation, and little
breath of active life began to stir
once more in the narrow, winding
streets.
Among the visitors one warm Sep
tember came down from London three
friends, who tempered their devotion
to golf by various other pursuits, each
according to his inclination.
Otto Conybeare, the eldest Of the
three, was journalist, who had aspir-
ations to literature of a less ephemeral
sort He used his holiday by trying
his hand at both prose and poetry, of
which his two companions offered tren-
chant If not discriminating criticism.
He was a tall, thin, dark-skinned man,
with clean-cut. aquiline features. and
was looked upon by the two others as
their champion and social leader.
Willie Jordan, the youngest of the
party. was short and, alas! fat, with
curly, light hair and huge, tawny
mustache, which he had cultivated as
the trademark of his calling, which
was that Of an artist.
Clifford King, the remaining member
, of the trio, was barrister, to whom
no one had as yet intrusted brief
He was a dark haired, blue-eyed, good
humored young fellow. whom every
body liked and in whom all his friends
believed with an enthusiasm which
was not without excuse, for Clifford
had brains, and was only waiting for
the opportunity which comes to all
who can wait in the right way.
They had been at Stroan five days,
and the little god, Cupid, had already
spoiled the harmony of the party.
Willie was the victim, of course.
1t was always Willie who could not
resist pair of handsome eyes, black,
blue or gray; so that when he became
attached to the society of old Colonel
Bostal, and would insist upon accom-
panying that uninteresting old gentle
man from the Links to his home three
miles away, Clifford and Otto ex-
changed winks and having found out
that the colonel had a daughter, at
once believed that they had probed
successfully into the mystery of Will
lies civility.
So, justly incensed at Willie's du-
plicity. for that young man had spoken
slightingly of Miss Bostals attrac-
tions, Otto and Clifford determined
upon tracking the traitor to his lair.
This they did on sunny afternoon,
when the straight road over the re-
claimed marsh between Stroan and
Shingle End was thick in white dust.
They knew the colonel's house from
the outside, having passed it on many
walk from Stroan to Courtstairs,
the next town. 1t was about half a
mile beyond the Blue Lion, a pictur-
essue roadside inn, which was the
halfway house between Courtstairs
and Stroan. Very poor the colonel
was, as he took care to inform every.
body. and very poverty his
dwelling looked in the observant eyes
of the two young men, as they rang
the bell and waited long time before
any one answered 1t.
Shingle End was a pretty, tumble
down house, which stood at the angle
formed by two roads. 1t had once
been white, but neglect and hard
weather had made it a mottled gray
while cracked and dusty windows
rickety shutters and untrimmed trees
and bushes combined to give the place
a dreary and unprosperous appear
ance.
Behind the house was garden, witt
a poultry-run and paddock; ant
Otto had seen, as they passed, tht
colonel reading his paper under NJ
apple tree. while the futtor of a petit
coat in the background among thu
trees seemed to confirm their suspi
cions.
We've unearthed the rascal" smiled
Otto, as they at last heard footsteps
In the house in answer to their secont
ring.
But when the door was opened thc
hearts sank, for there stood befor
them woman Of forty, at least, small
lean, dowdy, precise of manner ant
slow of speech, wearing a pair o
gardening gloves and sun-bonnet
who looked at them in some surprise
and asked them stiffly what they
wanted.
Otto, who was acute enough to per
ceive that this must be the colonel
daughter, apologlzed for disturbing
her, and said they had brought n let
ter for their friend Jordan, who, the
understood. was spending the afte,
noon with Colonel Bostal. The