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

lab ltdbSlJOn from inc 1Ole ot CSft-
spirator to that Of my ilawless serv.
ant was almost too abrupt.
dismissed him IA quickly as posi-.
Bile, and listened to his step through
the halls as he went about locking the
doors. The lockirs-up process had
rather bored me before; tonight lis
toned with interest for every sound.
When heard Bates climbing to his
own quarters quietly went the
rounds of my own account and found
everything as tight as drum.
was tired enough to sleep when I
went to my room, and after An event
less night woke to clear day and
keener air
I'm going to take little run into
the village, Bates" ! remarked at
breakfast
VERY good, sir"
IF any should call I'll be back in
an hour or So"
Yes. sir"
really had an errand In the village.
wished to visit the hardware store
and buy some cartridges. but Picker
disturbing factor in ry mind. had
resolved to get sight Of hin--to meet
him, If possible and see how a man
whose schemes ware so deep looked
in the light OF day.
AS l left the grounds and gained
the highway Stoddard fell in with me.
We'll. Mr.. Glenarm, I'm glad to see
en- 81 Hp%
hrsry of yours the temptation must
bo strong to stay within doors But
mans got to subject himself to the
Gun and wiad. Even good wetting
now and then is salutary"
Il try to get out every day." I an
swered Put I've chiefly limited my
self to my own grounds
An ancient omnibus, filed with
young women passed at a galop
bound for the station, and we took off
our hats.
"Chrietmas holidays explained the
chaplain. Practically all the students
go home"
Lucy kids. to have homes with
Christmas trees. envy them"
last night?" he observed, and my
pulse quickened at the name.
Il haven't seen him yet" an.
swered
Then of course he hasn't aone'"
and these words, uttered In tho big
clergyman's deep tones, seemed Who'll
~ plausible. There was, to be sure
nothing SC unlikely as that Arthur
Pickering. executor Of my grandfath-
er's estate, would come to Glenarm
without seeing me.
Sister Theresa told me this morn
ing he was there. He called on her
ard Miss Devereux last night I
haven't seen him myself | thought
possibly I might run into him in the
village. His cars very likely on the
station switch"
NO doubt we shall find him there"
] answered easily.
The Annandale station presented
an appearance Of unusual gaiety when
we reached the main street Of the
village. There. to DO sure, lay the
private car IN the siding, and on the
platform was a group OF 20 or more
girls, with several OF the brown-habit-
ed Sisters of St Agatha. There was
something little foreign IT. the pic
ture; the girls Iii their bright colors
talking gaily, the Sisters In their SOM
Der gaIb lowering about, suggesting
France or Italy rather than Indiana.
We stepped upon the platform. The
private car lay on the opposite side
of the station, having been switched
into siding OF the east and west
road. Pickering was certainly get
ting on. There is something wholly
regal in private car. ANY one may
boast a catboat and call it. yacht:
but there is no known substitution for
a private car. AS lounged across
the platform with StoddaId, Pickering
came out into ths vestibule Of his car.
followed by two ladies and an elderly
gentleman. They All descended and
began promenade on the plank
walk.
Pickering saw ME an instant later
and hurried up with outstretched
hand.
This is indeed good fortune! We
dropped off here last night rather un.
expectediy to rest hot box and
should have been picked up by the
early express for Chicago; but there
was & miscarriage of orders some
where and we now have to wait for
the nine O'Clock, and it's late. II I'd
known how much behind it was I
should have run out to see you How
arc things going?"
".As smooth as a whistle 1t really
isn't SO bad when you face II. And the
fact IS I'm actually at work"
That's splendid. The year will go
fast enough, never fear. | suppose
you pine for a little human society
now and then. A man can never strike
the right medium In such things. In
New York we are all rushed to death
] sometimes feel that I'd like a little
rustcation my self. | get nervous, and
wording for corporations is wearing.
The old gentleman there is Taylor,
president of the Md-Western and
Southern. The ladies are his wife and
friend OF hers. I'd like to introduce
you" He ran his eyes over my cordu.
roys ond legginge in amiable accent.
ance OF my rusticity. He had not in