St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1907-08-03
Storn1ing the Castle
BY Eleanor III. Porter
Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles)

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Eff you'll let me put this cushion
at your head, and readjust your foot
rest, think you'll be easier"
Charlie Haywood"
AT your service"
"Why, how in the world" she be-
gan delightedly, then her whole figure
stifened. This is never going to do
at ALL she finished with decision.
Haywood busted himself with the
cushion and the foot-rest and did not
seem to hear.
Il am travelling with my aunt" she
began again, with some asperity.
Certainly" he responded cheerful
~, picking up her magazine for her.
There, now am sure you will be
more comfortable" And he bowed
himself off.
All through the rest of the voyage
Kathleen did not see him once, though
she watched for him every day-frst
fearfully, then resentfulIy.
When once again on land, Kathleen
stood guard over her trunks and trav-
eling-bags with a frowning face.
"Why can't they have checks over
here and transfer ones baggage in
good, Christian manner?" she de-
manded wrathfully of her aunt.
Suppose l attend to it for you,"
suggested Haywood at her elbow.
"Oh, then you are on earth!" re.
I1TC mi
though relieved look came into her
eyes. The look remained until Hey
wood had seen then enroute for their
hotel then it changed to one very like
regret as his form was lost to sight in
the crowd.
"Er-ah-what's Charlie doing over
here?" inquired Mrs. Howells, with
the hesitation one always showed in
asking Kathleen questions regarding
Aeywood.
Business, he says" she replied,
with shrug of her shoulders.
In London Kathleen saw Haywood
just three times-once when she and
her aunt lost their bearings on the
Strand, again when he obtained for
them permission to enter a certain
palace which they wanted very much
to see, and third time when in a
panic in London theater made hig
presence something in the nature of a
godsend.
Charlie Haywood has remarkable
faculty of making his advent delight
fully opportune!" observed Mrs. How.
ellis, with shrewd glance at Kath-
leen's face.
"Humph! it strikes me he's little
bit ofFicious," retorted Kathleen, again
trying to Danish with scornfulness
that curious thrill
Kathleen had friends in Paris, and
she danced and f1irted and drove end
shopped in an endless whirl Of gayety.
Days passed. Save with the eJe of
her fancy, Kathleen had .tot once seen
Haywood, though she looked for him
at every turn. One afternoon, ignor-
ing the Fact that Paris is not New
York, she slipped out alone for a short
walk. She was strangely restless, and
her feet flew faster and faster; even
then, they seemed to her to be but
crawling over the pavements. An
hour passed and she turned to go
back, but after another Commute
walk, she awoke to a realization that
she had lost her way.
How stupid of mel" she murmur-
ed, biting her lips with annoyance.
She stopped to rest at a table in an
open-air restaurant, but when a be-
ringed, bestudded man slipped into
the seat st her left, she fed again to
the sidewalk.
''You gre looking for some one?"
voice al her side suggested.
A sudden throb of joy tingled to
Kathloen's finger-tips.
go -go AWAY" she cried feebly,
glorytng in the absolute certainty that
the nlan wouldn't obey her
Right away-now?" he asked.
Size nodded-but drew nearer to
him.
Tim tired of being rescued, Char
lie," she laughed, Historically.
He gave keen glance at her flush
ed cheeks and hailed a carriage. He
helped her in without speaking, gave
an order to the driver, and seated him
self at her side.
How stupid of mel never thought
of a carriage" she quavered, brushing
back the loose hair from her eyes.
She stole a glance at the mans
gloomy face, and a rose-pink flushed
to her forehead. "Let me see," she
went on softly, "an automobile, a
cushion, a-a--"
DON'T" he interrupted harshly.
But, really" she continued, queer
little tremor In her voice, 81 was only
naming them over-the weapons have
been SO very - effective = that"
Haywood looked up quickly.
Kathleen, you don't mean that"
THE castle has been stormed and
the princess isis" She raised shy
eyes to his face.
Mine at last!" he breathed, the
light of a long-deferred joy in his
eyes.
How the s'.lage Progressed.
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