Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1907-06-13

the edge Of q deep wood in the gray
twilight Of a winter day that's from
a book; and the Cincinnati girl is with
out my elan, esprlt,-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 GIenarm?" she
concluded, breathIessly, and with no
pause in her quick step
81 adore yours. Miss Armstrong"
asserted yielding myself further to the
Joy Of idiocy and delighting in the
mockery and whimsical moods Of her
talk. did not make her out; indeed,
! preferred not to / was not them
and ! am not now, thank God! of an
analytical turn OF mind And as
grow older prefer, even after many
blow, to take my fellow human beings
as find them. And as for women, old
or young, | envy no man his gift OF re.
solving them into elements. As well
carry spray of arbutus to the labor
| atory or subject the enchantment OF
moonlight upon running water to the
fame and blow-pipe as try to analyze
the heart Of a girl,-particularly a girl
who paddles canoe with a sure stroke
and puts up good race with a ra bbt
lamp shonc 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 GER
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
never
"Oh, yes, would; I'm really an old
| friend" l insisted, feeling more like
an idiot every minute.
We'll. don't tell. But they caught
me flrting-with the grocery boy!
Now aren't you disgusted!'
Thoroughly! l can't believe 1t!
Why, you'd a lot better flirt with me- y
! suggested boldly.
We'll, I'm to be sent away for good
at Christmas. | may come back then
IL can square myself. My! That's
slang, it adorable?"
The Sisters don't like slang. sup
pose?"
They loathe it, 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 herr
l declared bitterly.
We had reached the door, and I ex
pected her to hy but she fingered.
"Oh, If you know her, Perhaps
you're spy. too! It's just as well we
should never meet again, Mr.. Glen
arm" she declared haughtily.
The memory Of these few meetings
will always linger with me- Miss Arm
strong" I returned in an imitation oil
her own tone.
Il shall scorn to remember you'll
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 frs
time over saw you" she said hel
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.
Il make 1t three times, without that
one and not counting once in the roat
and other times when you didn't know
Squire Glenarm! I'm foolish little
girl to have remembered tbs first.
see now how blind I have been
Good.by."
She opened and closed the door soft
ly, and | heard her running up thu
steps within.
| ran back to the chapel, roundl,
abusing myself for having neglected
my more serious affairs for a bit o
silly talk with school girl, fearful
lest the openings | had left at both
ends of the passage should have beer
discovered. Near the chapel I mar
rowly escaped running into Stoddard
but | slipped past him. found m!
lantern, pulled the hidden door int
place, and. traversing the tunnel with
out incident, soon climbed through th'
hatchway and slammed the false blocl
securely into the opening.