Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-28

sending me off."
 But suppose the Sisters are awful. ly strict"
 They're hideous,-perfectly hide. ous."
 Where is your home?" demanded. "Chicaso, Louisville. Indianapolis, Gin. cinnati, perhaps?"
 "Humph, you are dull! You ought to know from my accent that I'm not from Chicago. And hope I haven't Kentucky girls air of waiting to be flattered to death. And no Indianapo- lis girl would talk to strange man at the edge of deep wood in the gray twilight of winter day,-that's from book; and the Cincinnati girl is with out my elan, esprit,-whatever you please to call it. She has more Teu- tonic repose,-more Gretchen of the Rhine valley about her. Don't you adore French, Squire Glenarm?" she concluded, breathlessly, and with no pause in her quick step.
 T adore yours, Miss Armstrong" asserted, yielding myself further to the joy of idiocy, and delighting in the mockery and whimsical moods of her talk. l did not make her out; indeed, I preferred not to! I was not then,- and l am not now, thank God!-of ar analytical turn of mind And as I grow older prefer, even after maay blow. to take my fellow human beings as I find them. And as for women, old or young, envy no man his gift of re- solving them into elements AS we'll carry spray of arbutus to the labor atory or subject .Ae entertainment of moonlight upon running water to the flame and blow-pi2e as try to analyze the heart of sirl.-partieularly girl who paddles a canoe with sure stroke and puts up good race with a rabbit.
 A lamp shone ahead of us at the en- trance of one of the houses, and lights appeared in all the buildings.
 If knew your window I should cer. tainly sing under it,-except that you're going home! You didn't tell me why they were deporting you'
 I'm really ashamed to! You would neve~-"
 "Oh, yes, I would; I'm really an old friend!" I insisted, feeling more like an idiot every minute. Well, don't tell! But they caught me flirting-with the grocery boy! Now aren't you disgusted!"
 Thoroughly! I cant believe 1t! Why. you'd lot better flirt with me" l suggested boldly.
 Well. I'm to be sent away for good at Christmas. I may come back then If I can square myself My! That's slang,-isn't it adorable?"
 "The Sisters don't like slang, I SUD- pose?"
 They loathe 1t! Miss Devereux,- you know who she is!-she spies on us and tells"
 You don't say SO; but I'm not sur prised at her! I've heard about her!" I declared bitterly.
 We had reached the door, and I ex- pected her to fly; but she fingered.
 "Oh, if you know her! Perhaps you're spy. too! It's just as we'll we should never meet again. Mir. Glen. arm," she declared haughtily.
 The memory of these few meetings will always finger with me, Miss Arm- strong" I returned in an imitation of her own tone.
 T shall scorn to remember you!"- and she folded her arms under the cloak tragically.
 Our meetings have been all to few, Miss Armstrong. Two, exactly, I be- lieve!"
 Then you prefer to ignore the first time I ever saw you." she said, her hand on the door.
 Out there in your canoe? Never! And you've forgiven me for overhear. ing you and the chaplain on the wall- please!"
 She grasped the knob of the door and paused an instant as though pom dering.
 T make it three times, without that one. and not counting once in the road and other times when you didn't know, Squire Glenarm! I'm a foolish little girl to have remembered the first. see now how blind I have been. Good-by!"
 She opened and closed the door soft. ly, and I heard her running up the steps within.
 ran back to the chapel, roundly myself for having neglected my more serious affairs for a bit of silly talk with a school girl, fearful lest the openings I had left at both ends of the passage should have been discovered. Near the chapel I mar rowly escaped running into Stoddard. but I slipped past him. found my lantern. pulled the hidden door into place. and, traversing the tunnel with out incident, soon climbed through the and slammed the false block securely into the opening.
 CHAPTER XII.
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