Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-31

self,-you wouldn't have me sit them out in the station down town? There are some things I have come to say, and Artlur Pickering and I are not afraid of each other!"
 But you must not meet him here. Think what that would mean to me! You are very foolhardy. MT. Glenarm. I had no idea you would come"
 But you wished to try me,-you challenged me-"
 That wasn't melt was Olivia, 1" she laughed, more at ease. T thought"
 "Yes, what did you think--that was tied hand and foot by a dead mans money"
 No. it wasn't that wretched for tune: but enjoyed playing the child before you-I really love Olivia--and it seemed that the fairies were protect ing me and that I could play being a child to the very end of the chapter without any real mischief coming of it. I wish I were Olivia!" she declared, her eyes away from me.
 That's rather idle. I'm nc. really sure yet what your name is, and don't care. Let's Imagine that we haven't any names.--l'm sure my name isn't of any use, and I'll be glad to go nameless all my days If only
 If only she repeated idly. open ing and closing her fan. It was frail blue trife. painted in golden butter flies.
 There are so many If oniies' that hesitate to choose: but will venture one. II only you will come back to St. Agatha's! Not tomorrow. or the next day, but. say, with the first bluebirds. believe they are the harbingers up there"
 Her very ease was a balm to my spirits: she was now veritable daugh- ter of repose. One arm in its long, white sheath lay quiet in her lap; her right hand held the golden butterflies against the soft curve of her cheek. A collar of pearls clasped her throat and accented the clear girlish outlines of her profile. felt the appeal of her youth and purity. It was like a cry in my heart, and the dreary house by the lake, and Pickering and the weeks within the stone walls of my prison were as though they had never been.
 "The friends who know me best, never expect me to promise to be any, where at given time. I can't tell; perhaps I shall follow the bluebirds to Indiana; but why should I, when I! can't play being Olivia any more?"
 "Why not? You have seen how dull am; and that note of apology you wrote from the school really fooled me. But I have seen the real Olivia now. Idont want you to go too far not where I can't follow-and this flight shall hardly dare repeat"
 Her lips closed-like rose that had gone back to be bud again-and she pondered a moment. slowly freeing and imprisoning the golden butterflies.
 You have risked . fortune, MT. Glenarm. very. very foolishly.-if you are found here. Why, Olivia must have recognized you! She had seen you often across the wall"
 But don't care-rm not staying at that rum up there for money. My grandfather meant more to me than that"
 Yes; believe that is so. He was . dear old gentleman; and he liked me because I thought his jokes adorable. My father and he had known each other. But there was-no expectation mo wish to profit by his friendship. My name in his will is a great embar- rassment, source of real annoyance. The newspapers printed dreadful pic lures of me in connection with the will. I say to you. quite frankly, that wouldn't accept a cent of Mir. Glen arms money If it were offered me; and that is why,"-and her smile was a flash of spring,-"I want you to obey the terms of the will and earn your fortune"
 She closed the fan sharply and lifted her eyes to mine.
 But there isn't any fortune; It's all a myth. joke"
 Mfr. Pickering doesn't seem to think SO. He had every reason for be- lieving that Mir. Glenarm was a very rich man."
 But assuming that there's money buried there by the lake like pirates treasure. 1t isn't Pickering's if he finds 1t. There are laws to protec. even the dead from Tobbery." 1 concluded hotly.
 How dificult you are, Suppose you should fall from boat, or te shot -accidentally--then I might have to take the fortune afte. all; and Mir. might think of an easier way of getting 1t than by"
 Stealing 1t. Yes; know what you mean: but you wouldn't-,"
 Half-past F struck on the stairway and I started to my feet
 You wouldn't" I repeated.
 T might. you know."
 T must go.-but not with that. not with any hint of thst.-please,"
 If you let hIm defeat you. if you 'aiI to spend your year there.--we1l overlook this one lapse."-she looked me steadily in the eyes. wholly guilt less of coquetry but infinitely kind,--- then"
 She paused. opened the fan. held it ID to the light and studied the golden 
 "yes--
 "Then-let me see-oh. I shall never