The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1907-06-20

the conscious restraint of the woman,
nor did she see at the corners Of he
guests lips the lurking evidence TINT
he understood the situation.
When they reached the FairchuL
house she found a caller on the porch.
The minister was there. an elderly and
benevolent man who had fulfilled his
| duty to humanity by giving six daurh-
tiers IN marriage at tender ages. To
him Elizabeth's state of single blessed
ness had long been a source of pe-p,e--
| ity. Therefore when he saw her az
| proaeh with stranger. evidently a
gentleman Of proper age and dignity
his face shone with that peculiar In
dulgent, reminiscent expression with
| which age greets lovers
Elizabeth recognized the look anu
swept up the steps and into the h.ii
without pausing. With more haste th.1
ease she dispatched Callahan to h.
room on the second floor. then turae|
and faced the minister, who had arisen
and followed her. his little clerical jok.
all ready.
Good evening, Miss Eliza beth" he
said in loud stage whisper intended
to penetrate to the upper chamber. q
see by the signs that the preachers
services will be required later. Ha,
ha" With that he ambIed down tho
steps.
Even Mrs. Fairchild, rocking on the
porch, was vexed land she ex-
claimed indignantly. II hope that Bos-
ton man won't think you're being
thrown at hrs beadr'
Elizabeth made no reply rs she de-
parted to light up her studio, but her
lips were pressed together, red spot
| dyeing each cheek, and when Gala
man entered the room a few moments
later be was confronted by formids-
bile array OF designs and by a woman
bent on discussing business and bust
ness only
StubboFnly, but unsueeessfully, he re
bellod. In vain he directed the con
versation longingly to the moon lighted
| porch-wouh he Ike the prevailing
tints of the autumn leaves on the tea
set red or Yellow His mind and
| speech wandered to a country drive in
| the evening light, but his scarlet hip
| ped hostess, moving amid her work
| tail and straight, charming and mex
orable firmly interrupted be care
| for continuous or broken design
around the platter'
The task was not an easy one that
| Elizabeth had set for herself, and it
was weary head that she laid ON her
pillow that night IT hope It rains to
morrow" was her last thought. 80
that may keep him in the studio and
out Of the reach Of remarks But
| fortune seemed at odds with her, for
the morning dnwnel feultIessly clear.
After breakfast when she would
have led the way TO the studio, Gala
man ignored her lead and with, What
| Il glorious out OF doors this place Dos
sesses," stepped out on the side porch.
| With q contraction of the heart Eliza
| beth followed and sat down facing the
battery Of Mrs. Risselrs green blinds
the Stats Of which were immeIiate'2
moved gently 10 permit of reconrols-
! SGnce of Mrs. EisSell's eyes.
With gentle flrmness Elizabeth be
gan again on the subject of painted
china. Mrs Bissell shall be enlight-
ened as TO my visitors mission" she
told herself and slightly raised her
clear voice that 1t might penetrate the
green blinds.
Callaman's eyes smothered a laugh.
and his lips twitched in a way which
threatened an open rebellion against
china, but Elizabeth did not notice.
She was talking against time as re
corded by the sitting room clock, Il
view Of which her position command
| ed And could wishes hasten time,
| the hands on that clock would have
raced forward to train time-11 O'Clock.
| Vt $50 she heard Mrs. Bissell leave
her house by way of the front door.
The worst is now over" she assured
herself and drew long breath of re-
| !tef-premature relief she discovered
the next moment when distant puff
| in@s and blowfnGs announced that Mrs.
| Cavendish was laboring up the back
| stops for her morning call In the kitch-
en-, and Elizabeth became apprehensive
e conversational developments in that
Erection.
Her approximations We're almost i'm
l.ediately justified as Mrs. Cavendishs
asthmatic utterances were waited
through the vine draped kitchen win
dow. Dew tell, \ man. Then to
| Mrs, Fairchild in demonstrating ac-
cents: Ann, you can't fool me on no
ch!uy paintin' He's here after Lizzie"
Elizabeth felt The laughter in Gala
mans eyes-her own We're downcast
! and smarting-but she talked on brave
! ~, unmindful Of the fact that she had
asked three times concerning the deco
rations of chocolate pot her guest
EGl purchased as a wedding gift. But
when few moments later she arose.
announcing it was time to start for the
station, and he. surreptitiously. exam
ming his watch. found it lacked an
| hour of train time. his lips frightened
2@d his eyes sobered.
As they emerged from the house the
Highlands almost TO a man cave them
a mute reception The postmaster, bar
her, butcher, blacksmith and merchant
| promptly, as though notified by wire
less telegraphy, appeared II the doors