Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-27

ldkc you SO WOuuErIui louS lo lctCu III
 couple of butter and milk yet?
 Mom'll jaw you, you'll see oncet!
 Herew
 He had caught sight of the newspa-
 per and jerked it from her hand.
 "What's this to do heh?" Tt belongs to the gentleman" the girl answered, quite unruffled.
 And you gev it to her?' the farmer . asked, looking responsibility at Kin ross.
 q dropped 1t in here and came back | to look for it. Eunice had picked it up and was going to give it to me-"
 "Och, well!" the farmer nodded, pass ing 1t on to him. Kinross as he took 1t looked hard at Eunice to see how she received his impromptu fiction, but her eyes were yelled and he could not read her face.
 "Well," added Morningstar, turning to leave, you hurry on in, Eunice."
 He went away, but Eunice did not so much as glance at Kinross when they were again alone for a moment. She kept right on with her work of loading herself down with her wares and then without a word started for. the house. He had been wondering whether it would be misplaced gallantry to offer to help her carry in her crooks and things, and by the time she was ready to go he had decided against it. But just as she reached the springhouse door he bethought him to return the pa per to her.
 Quickly folding it into the smallest possible compass, he stepped to her side and held it out to her.
 Cant you conceal it about you?"
 She turned white again as he spoke to her. Please hide it behind the churn," she said, not raising her eyes and speaking breathlessly, "and I shall find it this evening"
 "Very we'll" ~~
 She was gone, and he turned back to do her bidding and was rising from his stopping position when again shadow darkened the doorway, and he looked up to see Eunice, with face white to the lips and still laden with her wares, standing on the threshold.
 "Will you please tell me-" she began, and he had to take step nearer to catch her low spoken words, ''who is | this Andrew Carnegie?"
 He stared at her for an instant un | comprehendingly. "'This Andrew Car negie?"
 of whom the newspapers make ire quent mention"
 "Oh," he said, "you ask who is he?'
 "If I knew I could perhaps under ] stand better what read in your news papers,"
 You never heard of him before came here with my newspapers?"
 No. Is he perhaps a book agent or is he not real person at all, but only hero like the Count of Monte Cristo?"
 ''He is very real person, indeed; rather substantial, in fact; what you people call well fixed you know; has enough to worry through on without working. He's all the things you guessed-a book agent, hero, Monte Cristo-with few more thrown in."
 "Ohr' she said, gazing at him with bright eyes.
 The next instant the springhouse door was again clear. She was gone. But he stood still and waited. Maybe she would come back a second time. And anyway he was too spellbound with astonishment to move.
 But she did not return, and he sat down on the stone steps of the well to think it out.
 In spite of her simplicity, how supe- rior she seemed to the rest of the fam fly! None of the rest of them would have cared enough about reading the papers to have risked old Morning stars anger There was something even in her speech that arrested his attention. of whom the newspapers make frequent mention" Of whom. So very grammatical. No one else in the family would have said "of whom." And her reference to Monte Cristo! Rather surprising. To know about Monte Cristo and never to have heard of Andrew Carnegie-what an anomaly!
 Another thing. She had looked scar ed half to death upon his discovering her with the forbidden newspaper, but when the petty tyrant of the household, before whom his own son and daughter cringed, appeared on the scene she had met his approach with cool indifference. Her evident bashfulness would not ex- plain her extreme agitation with him. self
 When, a little later, he rose to go to the house he had come to no conclusion about her at all.