Los Angeles herald., 1907-09-01

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into slow smile that was never finished and that
left him frowning into the Gothic butternut tree
whom said Moberly tensely, whom was
sketching yesterday
Nobody answered that And in a moment Mob
erly laughed little as a will laugh at very
delicious memory that nothing can change. But
even as he laughed, WinchelIs white rabbit ran
out from a tree-hoe, and he remembered how he
had last seen it, And when, hour ormore later
Winchell arrived from his train, and came whist
ling through the fern, Mobery still sat there. Grim
inay idle in that light of spring. But he fell upon
Winchell eagerly.
.That model you promised to send me-" he said;
{" what her name?
"vron' said winchell brightly. Sophie vron.
Nice little thing, thought, for some of your Dutch
notes"
mo- no." Moberly said, II mean the other. Who
was the other?"
sketch Barely suggested, but instinct with life asN
the very shadow of Etheldreda, was the witnessing
work that he adsdone yesterday.
do you know who that is?YMoberly demanded.
"It was she who came. And thought"
Winchell looked and then, like a brute, he
laughed
Dear man." he said, that, am certain will be
Miss Cecn. Yes. Miss Etheldreda Cecil This
is her lodge these are her acres yon is her house.
In the Pincan Gardens. One doesn't forget her,
you know. Did you actually"
But Moberiy never heard the rest. And what
he said was one would have thought, about the
last thing that man, at such time, would say.
"winchel' he begged, "oh, winchell, please.
will you give me your little white rabbit"
",,cnic3b Tdrnie ,nnu,red exnactantiv next
morning.
I'VE had our picnic yesterday, in the garden, you
know" Etheldreda reminded him firmly.
:" Mother ricnic?" mentioned Linnie politely.
"Ah, WE'LL" said Btheldreda, stt is a wonderful
morning Linnie-though you don't altossthsr I'M
derstand that But we will go quite in the other
4 direction"
The other direction led, after manySah affair of
hill-tops against blue, and double rows of sweet
hedges, and fields rugged under their green, to
the Narrowest Road in the World. Or 1t must
have been nearly So for it was very narrow road.
And on either side was an arrangement of dog
wood that looked as If it had been massed a-pur-
pose, with pleasant grove at the back. And mo-
body knew what he could be doing there still
criminally idle in such light of spring. but
straight before them, coming toward them with all
his might, was Moberly. Whereupon Etheldreda
drove close to the dog-wood lowered her sun-shade
a little, quite as if the Narrowest Road in the
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Wor ! wers not in the conspiracy
Bt-! Linnie had recognized.
Airs at man." he began loudly. Now, airs
at man
"Linnie, Linnie' Etheldreda said very softly.
"Take the lines. Now drive Itty Bitty Coty for me,
all alone. Please please. AS fast as you like
Linnie."
But Lnnie's attention not to be bought.
He took the lines indeed as he was asked to do,
but he pulled on them with all his small strength.
SO that the I. B. c. stopped short. And then Linnie
shrieked:
''Man, man. are you dot my wabbit?"
Anyway Moberly had seen her He was beside
the step in instant and he did not once look at
Linnie. He laid his hand on the low Dashboard
and he looked at Etheldreda
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said
For all answer, Etheldreda blushed like rose.
II don't know" she said humby. 'You told me
to stand STILL and think / was SO surprised that
l did, and afterward-"
But afterward she had known and Moberly had
not known. And she must needs feel the moment
of her explanation to be black as possible
"I-apoogize," she said family.
Apologize, Moberly repeated gently. You
apologize.
On which she looked at him briefly, and they
both laughed a little-Ethedreda ruefully and
Moberly very joyously. And the l. B. O. turned his
head in contented questioning, and Linnie sud-
denly laughed, too, as a child will laugh.
"'At wabbit2" he reminded everyone mildly.
Moberly was splendidly prompt.
s1'll bring that rabbit to you this afternoon he
said eagerly-but still he did not look at Linnie
..The rabbit and the hutch. May II" he asked
.sthis afternoon, early?"
And Etheldreda said:
"Linnie and will be at home"
The I. B. c. trotted on-his ears may have been
pointed and his eyes may have been wise, but he
had no idea of what had happened And while Mo-
berlg yet stood in the Narrowest Road in the
Worid-that has no turning back-looking after
the nbaeton Linnie was meditatiyely observing: