The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-08-27

Were you hurt?" Just little jolted. I presume tho
 owner of the rope hope for funerals
 There was funeral here a few day. l ago." interpesed Mss Varian gently 1 That is why the rope was put up, 1 believe, to turn back any stray autos | and prevent any more funerals. A red one ran over calf--' ''Calf?"
 Tt was pet calf" resumed Miss
 Varian firmly. And it was with It's mother,It had perfect right to ramble
 haven't. It's 9 private road. Didn't
 you read the sign on the stone gate posts when you turned in?'
 The sign said simply, No trespass- ing. Tramps and dogs keep out I'm neither tramp nor a dog, So I came
 in"
 Well. the rope wasn't stretched for tramp or a dog"
 The tresspasser was silent for the first time Climbing out of his ma chine he strode over to the cart and looked up at the girl in it. She was young About seventeen. he thought Her waist was a white linen boyish affair that very young person might be expected to wear, with a plain, turn down collar and short sleeves. The white linen skirt was short, too. an-
 
 tan Oxfords. And her hair was braid ed and wound around her head like a misplaced alreoIe that had slipped down Worse than all. she was laugh ing at him: he knew it when he saw her eyes.
 When he spoke again 1t was with less obvious reference to his own wrongs.
 Gan you tell me where I am?"
 'fGaUan aY nd hal more. You missed the main road about two miles back. This leads to the Va rian House."
 But that's where I want to go," ex- claimed the young man. 'I thought Wilson was making for the Inn. I am bound for the Varian's place"
 Then why did you come in an auto mobile? Don't you know Mir. Varian personality
 Haven't seen him for years. He must be a jolly old beggar to judge from the rope. real sweet, neighborly disposition, hasn't he?''
 T think he was perfectly right and justified" said Miss Varian, with sud- den naughty defiance. It was the dearest little calf, and 1t belonged to me"
 The young man began to smile. smile in a gradual dominance of the situa- tion It was smile to resent. because 1t showed premeditated triumph and fore knowledge. But it improved him. Even with the dust of the road overlay ing the tan of his face, and the general disheveled condition of his makeup, the smile was frank, and friendly, and altogether desirable 'Ill bet forty-seven dollars and two cents that you're Susle," he said hap oily.
 Miss Varian tucked in her side locks deftly, loftiIy. They were darling side locks, curly, tantalizing wisps of loose sunshine that knew their business. and escaped from the side comb whenever there was a propitious moment.
 My first name Is Suzanne," she said,
 NO, sir. It isn't Susie, and your hair used to be red Remember the day you climbed our wall and tried to get up in the big apple tree after black birds nest I told you was there7 And your foot caught and you tumbled down and I had to climb up and take your shoe off before you could get your foot out of the cleft in the trunk. Do you Miss Susie Freshie?"
 He was laughing now. laughing wickedly, joyously, Miss Varian blush- ed .hesitated, caught the merry gaze of the brown eyes of the trespasser, and too.
 T remember You did use to call me that, didn't you?"
 And 1t fits you yet" he retorted. calmly. Amy one who sit and sloat over A poor stranded wrecked devil for the sake of an idiotic calf IS notn- ing but a fresh kid. I'm going to ride home with you. Sue. Sit over on the other side and give me those reins.'
 sI shall drive" began Sue resolute- ly, but the reins were taken from her.
 Down the road a figure was coming, and they waited. It was Wilson, the chauffeur.
 It's all right. Bob." he called T saw the old man. and fixed it up with him. He says to come on up to the house. and he'll phone to Glenmofe for some one to fix the machine"
 Well. you'd better stay and watch it until you hear from Glenmore, Wilson, said Bob Morrison, kindly. I'll hurry ahead with Miss Varian.'
 Wilson climbed wearily into the au- tcmobiie. and watched the road cart out of sight Miss Varan was silent It 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 nejghbors. So had her father Grey rocks and The Naples were the last O. the old estates along the shore to hold out against the encroachment of summer hotels. She stole side glano" at the figure beside her. knowing how warm his welcome would be at the house, la spite of the red automobile
 Caught you peeking' laughed Bob. locking down at her, and swinging tho bay mare easily around the last curve, "Why don't you say you're glad I'm homc?"
 We heard you were going to Europe after you left college" she said.
 Well, I'm not" he retorted, deliber- ately" Dads had about enough city vhirI. and I'm going to take this place and settle down here at Greyrocks, that is, if my neighbors treat me right.
 The rope wasn't for neighbors," said Sue slowly. Just for trespassers. And a neighbor would know the way the cross lot path over the wall. past the big apple tree. That's way neignbors pass from Greyrocks to The Naples"
 wen 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 thinking og the last time they had travelled cross lots, the day he had left for school. and at the old stone wall he had