The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-10
By ". B. MAXWELL, Author of "The Guarded Flame" The Ragged MessenEer,n
 "Vivan," Etc.
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\ Mf zEui V uH . UH m VI uI Ill uE UN ml Mln&hA 1 say that although retired am interested l in such problems. Should be glad, therefore, if, without trouble, you could give me some further information. Do you find your Ajax to revoive and stop down-draught where lofty trees | screen roof and chimney stacks% Then, of course. Blank and Company showed him up with cowl-literature.
 l He studiously read such journals as The Architect and The Builder. and had appeared in the print of both. A mod est little piece of authorship would keep him busy for two or three morns ings.
 1 ITO the Editor: Sir. with regard to ridge slatas, and 'Sceptic's retort re , water finding It's way into the joints; as a very old hand I suggest you will not do better than employ lead-flash- ings: and if you wish to give an extra hllet to the whole weather corner, you can c" etc. etc.
 Then Miss Lizzie received papa's much corrected MS sand fair-copied it with her 1advlike handwriting. and | only very rarely slipped in the trans cription: Something had distracted her. Hill Rise had drawn her gaze. | A sound of horses feet perhaps caused her to iovk up. and she had watched MT. Jack Vincent ride home to Hill House on his prancing bay. Anyhow, she made her dreadful mistake of put ting "hllip'' for "fillet"
 The editor allowed 1t to pass. .If you wish to give an extra fillip to the cor- | ner"--no sense at aIl--gibberishi Mir. Crunden was deeply mortified. but not unkind to Lizzie apologizins orofusetv.
 Don't speak of 1t again. Let's for get it. ! want to forget it. daresay no one will noticc-"
 | And no one did.
 one day was very like another. and when that can be said of days, months soon roll themselves into years. Shel- tered by the thick old walls of King s Cottage. time lseemeed to stand still. and vet 1t glided away
 | When papa took his second walk. Lizzie usually took her first. In the spring time and early summer she was languid. and averse from the long tramps across the common which Dr. d Blake prescribed for all young ladies Fl who consulted him. She would go out I with a novel from MT. Mces's circuiat- l ingg library in Bridge Street, stroll up to the woods. and there. on bench or q bank, languidiy rest and read.
 Upon bright May afternoon as she stroIled upward. Hill Rise might have been a real hill. mountain almost she felt so languid. Hill Rise was looking it's best the laburnums and chestnut trees were in full bloom; sun- blinds were out at Nos. and 8: this with new paint. pointing. and color washing on behalf of the Countess Dowager. Seen behind the fresh green of the foliage. every house looked spic and span and smart and clean. as well as imposing and aristocratic.
 Out of Number Twelve came Miss Granville ! and Miss Page, faintly oattering on rubber shoes, talking, laughing, swinging their tennis racquets, as they hastened to the club grounds. They stared hard at Lizzie as a town girl, who did not please them for walking up Hill Rise in a burnt straw hat and blue dress which they would not have been asham- ed to wear themselves.
 That girl fancies herself" said Miss Page to Miss Granville. ''l talked to her at the Hospital Bazaar. but sup pose she doesn't expect I'm going to nod to- her ever afterwards"
 What next?" said Miss Granville. And they tossed their heads and laughed as they went in at the club wicket.
 Out of No. II came Admiral Lard ner, red-faced. owy-pateds carrying a heavy croquet mallet. He was very old, and short-sighted evidently. be- cause he ioffed fis nigh helmet to Lis@ zie, mistaking her for a Hill Rise girl
 Out of No. IS, where the two hired broughams were waiting. came whole luncheon party-the eldest Miss Vigor, the Vicar of St. Barnabas. MT. and Mrs Garrett, and Mrs. Padfield. a wonderful old dame in party costume with vast black bonnet. lace shawl and purple velvet skirts. They all stared at Lizzie. Opposite the white gate of Hill House she paused before turning into the footpath which runs between Sir Johns garden wall and Lady Had dingham's meadows and leads you to the stile that gives entrance-for all well-behaved persons-to the Grown woods.
 gardener, in a noble. leisurely man ner, was sweeping the smoothly rolled gravel of Sir. Johns carriage drive; the broad grass border had been made like striped green velvet by the pass age to and fro of the pony-drawn moving machine: rhododendrops in bloom were flaming red patches between big conifers-those tall and stately sen tinels guarding the approach to the white house which, though so near, was hidden from the prying eyes of the pub lic A peep into the outer splendor, and no more, could be obtained here by respectful townsfoik They must wait for one of Lady VincenSs charit- able fetes, or church fund garden par ties, before they would be able to pry any further. Then for a shilling in ad- vance or eighteen pence on the day, they might go in boldly and see all that there was to be seen.
 As Lizzie, pausine, took her peep. there came the sound of four iron shoes upon the gravel. A horse coming down the drivei She turned abruptly, hur- ried, almost ran, along the footpath; and then paused again, and from the shadow beneath the garden wall looked back to the sunlit road.
 A little girl trotted from the lodge or gardeners cottage. held the gate open. and Lizzie. breathless after her short flight, pressing a hand on her side to still the beating of her heart. saw MT. Jack Vincent, in white breech- es and brown boots, ride out on beau tiful grey horse.
 Languidly she strolled on. and then. once again pausing. gazed across the meadows at the sacred precincts of the Tennis Club. There were high nets and wire fences to- hold in the bouncing tennis balls; the sunshine glittered on the red tiles and golden vane of the club pavilion: men and girls were lounging on the cool verandah; voices of energetic tennis players rang out cheerily as they called the game; there were wicker chairs with red cushions, there was sunlight. laughter, fun-it seemed a happy meeting ground for farnT +T,r