The news-democrat. (Providence, R.I.) 1906-1909, 1906-09-06
THE NEWS DEMOCRATS DAILY STORY
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The House of a.
Thousand Candles
MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Copyright by
rhe Bobbs Merrill Company
CHAPTER VI.

Show me. in October, girl with a
ACC OF tan. whose hands have piled a
addle or driven a golf ball or cast fly
'eneath the blue arches OF summer. and
Will suffer her scorn in Joy. She may
ote me dull and refute my wisest word
Eith laughter, for hers are the privileges
Z the sisterhood OF Diana; and that soft
ronze. those daring fugitive freckles be-
eath her eyes, link her to times when
'an whistled upon his reed and all the
avs were long.
She had approached silently and was
njoyng, felt-sure. my discontinue at
Ieing taken unawares.
I had snatched off my cap and stood
,aiting beside the canoe, feeling, 1 must
Omit, a trifle guilty at being caught in
he unwarrantable inspection of another
erson's property-particularly a person
wholly pleasing 10 the eye.
Really, II you don't need that paddle
ny more"
looked down and found 10 my annoy
nee that l held IL In my hand-was in
ict leaning upon II with a cool air Of
Fopretorship.
Again. beg your pardon" said II
hdn't expected"
She eyed me calmly with the stare OF
Dor by mistake and scrutinizes the
tests without awe. / didn't know what
had expected or had not expected, and
be manifested no intention of helping
e TO explain. Her short skirt suggested
or l6-not more-and such being the
se there was no reason why ! should
bt be master Of the situation. Az I
mbled my pipe the hot Goals OF tobacco
armed my hand and / cast the thing
ON me.
She laughed a little and watched the
ne bound from the dock into the water
TOO bad!" she said. her eyes upon II;
but IL you hurry you may get II before
floats away"
Thank you for the suggestion" said.
az ! did not relish the idea of kneeling
the dock 10 fish for pipe before a
range school girl who was, / felt sure,
xious to laugh at me.
She took step toward the line by
hich her boat was fastened.
Allow me"
III you think you can-safely," she said /;
d the laughter that lurked In her eyes
noyed me.
The feminine knot is designed for the
nfusion OF man. observed twitching
inly at the rope, which was tied Sc
rely In unfamiliar loops.
he was singularly unresponsive. The
pught that she was probably laughing
my clumsness did not make my fingers
IRE nimble.
The nautical instructor at 81. Agatha's
Undoubtedly a woman. This knot must
me in the postgraduate course. But
gallantry is equal. I trust TO your
hence"
the maid in the red tam-o'- -shanter con-
ued silent The wet rope was obdu-
O. the knot more and more hopeless,
my efforts TO make light OF the sit
ION awakened no response in he girl.
ugged away at the rope, attacking It's
gle on various theories.
A case for surgery, I'm afraid A tru-
5ordian knot but haven't my knife"
oh. but you wouldn'ti' she exclaimed.
think can manage"
he bent DOWN. was aware that the
we OF her packet brushed my shoulder
lied an end that / had ignored, gave
sharp tug with n slim brown hanc
pulled the knot free
rhere" she exclaimed with a little
gh II might have saved you all the
her"
low dull OF met But I didn't have the
Dbination.@I said. steadyins the canoe
efully 20 mitigate the ignominy OF my
ure
he scorned the hand extended. but
parked with light confident step and
the paddle II was growing late.
shadows I'm the wood were deepening:
hin crept over the water, and. beyond
tower OF the chapel, the sky was
ht with the splendor OF sunset
lth a few skilful strokes she brought