The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-11-09

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hesltate cluelit the 1lerIy gre OF the
brown EYES of the ne Paer ana
laughed too
..Ire1de1nber. You Iid use 50 cali me
.And Il fits you yet. he retortesl
calmly. ANY one who'd sit and goat
over 8 poor stranded, wrecked devil for
the sake Of nm ldlouc calf e nothing
but a fresh ISit. I'm going to ride home
viii you. sue. sit over on the other
side .ailri give me those reius.%
II shall drive began Sue resolute-
IL but the reins were tRken from her.
Down tho road a figure was coming.
and they waited. It was Wilson, the
chauffeur.
s.Ii's an right, Bob he called =
saw the old man and hxed 1t mp with
him f4e. says to como. on up to the
house, and he'll phone to Glenmore for
some one to FIX the machine
.sWel. you'd better stay and watch
It untii Won henF from GsIenmore, Will
SOM sai1 Bob Morrison kindly. TN
hurry sfIead with Miss Earian.s
Wilson climbed wearily into the au-
tomobIie and watched the road cart out
Of sight. Miss Yarian was silent. It
Vas eight years since Bob Morrison
had left GreyroeiSs school, Just eight
wears since his mother had died and
the grear old house up on the blur 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
simmer hotels. She stole a side glance
at the figure beside her, knowing how
warm his welcome would be at the
house in spite OF the red automobile.
''Caugllt 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
I'VE heard your were going TO Eu-
ropc after you left college" she said.
..Well, Pm not he retorted deliber-
ateIy. Dads had about enough city
wh!ri. and I'm going to take this place
and settle down here Mt Greyrocks-
that Is, If my neighbors treat me right.
.-,FHe rome wasn't for neiGhbors," said
she slowly Just for trespassers.
And anyway neighbor would know
the way, the cross lot path over the
vail. past the big apple tree. Thnts
the way neighbors pass from Grey
rocks to The Naples
wen tear down the wall and travel
cross lots every day, won't we, Suzanne
Susie Sue 2,
He was laughing, but there was an
undercurrent of serious Intent that
brought the quick warm color TO Sues
face She wondered IL he was think
ing bE 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 or
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 bit of curly red hair with
piece of black thread, boy fashion.
ut was red those days" he said
thouShtfuIly, and sue said never
word.
Il hope there isn't any trespassing
sign 1.-THE apple tree" he told the bay
mares cars.
'.Neighbors aren't trespa ssers." said
Sue softly. and he slipped the red curl
bacll IN the bill book as they drew up
before The Naples. 1t was his vel
come home.