The Carlisle independent., 1906-08-16
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sat up erect and hastily smoothed Ter tumbled locks. Then the door opeued and Townshend peeped in.
 Thought you people would be talk ing an nventory-computin the rav- ages. That was an awfully jolly little dinner, Mrs. Clafiin" He followed her cheery voice into the pretty room. "l saw the lights were still on, so l didn't ring up the tactotum. Cant tell how much l enjoyed it. Four o'clock, Tuesday, Miss Van Alen. Goodnight again.
 The door had almost closed behind him when Mollie Claflin sprang for ward, the silver dropping with crash into the basket.
 "Oh, Mr. Townshend, come back! Her soft, southern voice had in 1t a note of distress. Come right back, this nlinute!"
 He turned his six feet three quick iy about, and looked down at her ex- pectantly as she stood in the doorway. She smiled up, and the flush on the fair, laughing face deepened bit, as she went on in her pretty, impulsive way:
 Don't you know, foolish man, that you must not go off that way. It's such bad luck to come back! Come right in here and turn around three times. two-three-that'si Now, sit down," She gave the greatcoat gentle little push toward the sleepy hollow chair. He went down; she breathed a sigh of relief There, you can go now" She held the door tn- yitmgly open.
 He sat quite still in the big, com fortable chair, and looked sternly al; the other man, who was leaning 1egll- gently against the piano.
 Take her back south, Jack, before the commonwealth finds out. We DurE witches up here"
 She made a little moue, and 'he other man shrugged his shoulders.
 'I used to be believer in heredi.y I'm not now l give you my word, Townshend, she has sensible ancestors I know two of them-and look at her ' he pointed scornfully at the dainty fig ure in the pale blue crepe. "Steeped in superstition! Wears a fetish ot some sort round her neck, and has for her high priestess the wrinkledest. blackeSt old"
 A blue cloud swept across the room, a soft hand covered his lips, and a in, ipA n test:
 Ut isn't. It's only my-rabbit-fo2 2ti And you shan't make fun of dear old Aunt Liza! And who was it that wouldn't pull with the Varsity crew last year, because they had lost their mascot? And"
 And who was it-'' The Girl in Pink had risen and was pointing an accils- ing finger at the man in the great coat, that only last week, at Bobby Fair's mess, wouldn't sit down until the steward was brought in-because there were-th-ir-te-en!'
 He gave one look at Jack-then, without a word, the two men bolted, pursued by little, delicious, mocking gibes.
 Mollie turned suddenly and looked searchingly at the girl who had thrown herself down upon the rug. Elizabeth Van Alen, I believe I'll tell-you- something The strangest thing!" She came slowly toward the fire.
 For three nights, Bess, I have dreamed the same thing-that in d certain place ir this very house, there is something ble, silver or gold hidden. And, Begs, believe it! There was no earthly reason why l should dream such a thing-I have never thought of it! 1t just came to Ele. and I know Aunt Liza would say it was senti Jack laughed at first. but last night when I woke him up and showed him-come, I'll show yOn!" She sprang lightly to her feet and gathered the soft blue draperies about her.
 The Girl in Pink followed quickly, as she led the way to the dining-room. straight across the parquetted floor. Here, right behind this buffet she tugged peel1lessly at the pretty piece of furniture Now, put your ear to that wall. and listen when I tap. Don't you hear-it's hollow" The two girls looked at each other breathlessly. The Girl in Pink had caught the fever of excitement that glowed in the blue eyes.
 There isn't another place in the whole room that sounds that way. know, for we have secret cabinet in the library down home-and it's the very identical spot of 1y dreams! You know, this-these apartments were once a house, one of those old colonial mansions; it belonged to Jacks great-great-gran or some body. It's Jacks own properly. He