The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-02-06

But suppose the Sisters are awful
ly strict"
They're hideous,-perfectly hide
ous."
Where is your home?" I demanded
Chicago. Louisville, Indianapolis, Gin
cinnati, perhaps?"
"Humph, you are dull You ought
to know from my accent that I'm not
from Chicago. And l hope I haven't
a Kentucky girls air of waiting to be
1attered to death And no Indianapo-
lis girl would talk to a strange man at
the edge of a deep wood in the gray
twilight of winter day,-that's from
a book; and the Cincinnati girl is with
out my elan, esprit,-whatever you
please to call it. She has more leu
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.
Il adore yours, Miss Armstrong" l
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,
l preferred not to! l was not them
and l am not now, thank God.-Of an
analytical turn of mind And as I
grow older prefer, even after many
blow, to take my fellow human beings
| as find them. And as for women, old
or young, l envy no man his gift of re-
solving them into elements. AS we'll
carry a spray Of arbutus to the labor
atory or subject the enchantment of
moonlight upon running water to the
flame and blow-pipe as try to analyze
the heart of a girl,-particularly a girl
who paddles a canoe with a 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.
II knew your window l 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, l would; I'm really an old
friend!" l insisted, feeling more like
an idiot every minute.
Well don't tell! But they caught
me firting-with the grocery boy!
Now aren't you disguised"
Thoroughly! l can't believe it!
Why, you'd a lot better 1irt 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, sup
pose?"
They loathe it! Miss Devereux,-
you know who she is!-she spies on us
and tells"
You don't say so; but Ina not sur
prised at herl I've heard about herr
I declared bitterly.
We had reached the door, and ex
pected her to fly; but she fingered.
ooh, if you know her! Perhaps
you're a spy, too! It's just as we'll we
should never meet again, Mr.. Glen
arm" she declared haughtily.
THE memory of these few meeting:
, will always linger with me, Miss Arm
strong" l returned in an imitation o
her own tone.
81 shall scorn to remembes you'll
and she folded her arms under tn
cloak tragically.
Our meetings have been all to few
{ Miss Armstrong. Two, exactly, l be
! Level"
Then you prefer 20 ignore the frs
time I ever saw you," she said, he
!. hand on the door.
Out there in your canoe? Never
And you've forgiven me for overheal
ing you and the chaplain on the wall
please!"
She grasped the knob of the doc
and paused an instant as though POI
, dering.
4 make it three times, without ths
one, and not counting once in the roa
= and other times when you didn't know
Squire Glenarm! I'm a foolish littl
girl to have remembered the first
see now how blind l have beef
Good-by!"
She opened and closed the door sof
", and I heard her running up th
{ steps within.
= ran back to the chapel, roundl
9 abusing myself for having neglecte
e my more serious affairs for bit
l. silly talk with a school girl, fearf
lest the openings I had left at bot
e ends of the passage should have bee
discovered. Near the chapel 1 IA
u rowly escaped running into Stoddar
but I slipped past him, found Il
e lantern, pulled the hidden door IN
place, and. traversing the tunnel wit
I out incident, soon climbed through Il
e hatchway and slammed the false bloc
n securely into the opening.
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