Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1906-11-08


sunshine that knew their business and
escaped from the side comb whenever
there was propitious moment.
"My first name is Suzanne" she said
mo. sir, it isn't; it's Susie, and you
hair used to be red. Remember the day
ron climbed our wall and tried to ge
up in the big apple tree after a black
birds nest told you was there7 AND
your foot caught, and you tumble6
down, and had to climb up and take
your shoe of before you could get you
foot out of the cleft in the trunk. DE-
you remember, Miss Susie Freshie?"
He was laughing now. laughing wick
eddy, joyously. Miss yarian blushed
hesitated, caught the merry gaze of the
brown eyes of the trespasser and
laughed too.
II remember. You did use to call me
that, didn't your
"And it fits you yet" he retorte6
calmly. ANY one who'd sit and gloa1
over a poor stranded, wrecked devil fol
the sake of an idiotic calf is nothing
but fresh kid. I'm going to ride home
with you, Sue. Sit over on the Other
side and give me those reins."
81 shall drive" began Sue resolute
~, but the reins were taken from her.
Down the road figure was coming
and they waited. 1t was Wilson, the
chauffeur.
'sIt's all right, Bob" he called. u
saw the old man and fixed it up with
him. He says to come on up to the
house, and he'll phone to Glenmore for
some one to fix the machine"
"Well, you'd better stay and watch
it until you hear from Glenmore, Will
son." said Bob Morrison kindly. TN
hurry ahead with Miss Varian.
Wilson climbed YEARLY into the au-
tomobile and watched the road cart out
of sight. Miss Varian was silent. II
was eight years since Bob Morrison
had left Greyrocks school, just eight
years since his mother had died and
the great old house up on the bluff had
been closed up. She had missed her
neighbors. So had her father. Grey
rocks and The Naples were the last
of the old estates along the shore to
hold out against the encroachment OF
summer hotels. She stole side glance
at the figure beside her, knowing how
warm his welcome would be at the
house in spite of the red automobile.
Caught you peeking," laughed Bob,
looking down at her and swinging the
bay mare easily around the last curve.
''Why don't you say you're glad I'm
homer"
1--WE heard you were going to Eu-
rope after you left college," she said.
''Well, I'm not" he retorted deliber-
ately. Dads had about enough city
whirl, and I'm going to take this place
and settle down here at Greyrocks-
that is, If my neighbors treat me right.
1.-THE rope wasn't for neighbors," said
Sue slowly. "Just for trespassers.
And anyway neighbor would know
the way. the cross lot path over the
wall, past the big apple tree. That's
the way neighbors pass from Grey
rocks to The Naples"
"We'll tear down the wall and travel
cross lots every day. won't we, Suzanne
Susie Sue?"
He was laughing, but there was an
undercurrent of serious intent that
brought the quick warm color to Sues
face. She wondered if he was think
ing of the last time they had Travelled
cross lots, the day he had left for
school, and at the old stone wall he
had kissed her goodby and shipped off
a lock of her hair with his pocket
knife.
Bob shifted the reins to his left hand
and reached for his inside pocket.
From a small Russia leather bill book
he took a bit of curly red hair with a
piece of black thread, boy fashion.
1T was red those days." he said
thoughtfully, and Sue said never a
word.
81 hope there isn't any trespassing
sign on the apple tree" he told the bay
mares ears.
sNeighbors aren't trespassers," said
Sue softly, and he slipped the red curl
back in the bill book as they drew up
before The Naples. 1t was his well
come home.