The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1907-09-13
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BY FRANK H. SWEET
Copyrighted, l9U,, by Homer Sprague.
By FRANK H. SWEET

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Eascenced behind his flower boxes on
the yelanda. Tom Errett could look
into the Ia.ghboring garden and watch
her: for she, too, sought the cool and
sweetness of her garden. On Tuesday
evening she espied him. What man
could rcsiSt that smile? There was a
silent. perhaps unconscious, invitation
in it that brought Tom to his feet and
to the wall.
Good evening, Mr.. Errett," said the
girl in white.
Good evening, Miss Smith," answer
ed the man on the wall.
"Iou Look altogether too comforta.
Bile. think we shall have to follow
suit and build n vcranda.
Don't. Use mine" was on his
tongues end, but he only responded.
TT is comfortable" Then the infor-
mality of the situation was too much
for him. Wont you come over and
try it?" he pleaded.
I'm afraid the wall Is too much for
me-" she said, smiling demurely.
Tom was a man who never turned
back. his hand once on the plow. He
dropped quickly to the ground. on her
side of the fence.
I'm dreadfully lonely" was his
apology.
On Wednesday she was not visible,
and there was a void upon the earth.
On Thursday and Friday things re-
sumed the new glamour. On Saturday
the moon was a shadowy crescent
above the tree tops. The stars were
still yelled in sunset mlsts; the air was
odorous with the scent of mignonette
and sweet peas. Tom, expectancy
written in every feature. waited for the
fiutter Of white amid the flowers, the
sound of n voice which was like 10
other voice he had ever heard. At the
first signal Of her approach. he stepped
boldly on to the wall.
Special delivery. sir" said seyv-
ants voice behind him. He opened
the letter. conscious that her eyes were
upon HIN. II was from the wife Of Il
college fr:r"i iIvit!Eg him to Sle2l
Sunday at thor country place. lie
glanced At his watch. There was bare
IL ti.:e - catch tie last train. Then
his eyes fell upon her.
Answer. rir?''
"Eo-ye5-v:ait moment"
His eyes still sought hers.
"Can | hen you:" she asked swcetly.
"Will you:" he flashed eagerly. May
I so to church with you tomorrow"
The corners Of her mor.l d9e| TO.
geiaer In Il wise little smile. for Tom
had not impressed her as being q
churchnian.
'Yes. but it's early mass"
Tom did not finch.
Thanks" be said quietly. and. scTib.
bling a few words. he handed them "a
| the man:
| To Mrs Herndon Roberts, Holly House.
Columbia Heights. y. J.:
Another engagement. Impossible TO 50
| Awfully sorry. THOMAS ERRETT.
| To Mrs. Herndon Roberts. Holly House
Columbia Heights, y. J.:
Your letter rniscarried and came too
late. Greatly disappointed. VIII run VI
next Saturday II convenient 90 you
| AUGUSTA SMITH.
Herndon Roberts. returning from the
Columbia links. found his vile staring
at the two kilograms with disappointed
eyes.
Pate IS against u.s." size groaued
TON has r:.,.ie. eng 3Genca.-hc.e's
his wire. AL another from Augusta
says tha: :-ly letter Ellscarried and
reached her too late. sAa!l write
them both special delivery now"
Going TO her desk, Mrs. Roberts
penneI the following notes:
Dear Tofu-Don't make any engagement
| for npEt Saturday or Sunday. II you have
/ ore. break 10. do. Tom. dUar. We arr 20
Ing 10 try the rev links. can't think 81
any stronger inducem"nt. Take the 3:it
b. way ~ the Cor,landt street ferry
Hastily. bat cordially yoUrs
AGNES ROBERTS.
Ny Dear Augusta. Can't understand mi
letter m.scsrry9rg. but ! wort cry 0yel
EW5ssg4 EE7sE8- H4E8eUEU ] was E"tuphsu 10
| Delighted a. ihr grcspact % having got
with Cs tF.s coming saturday Take ths
$40 train h. w. ~ she CortIa stree
ferry. Always a9sctiDnataly rourH.
AGNES ROBERTS.
The ga:"..,-..,4F at tire ferry shut Ton
from joIu'ag the hurrylng crowd 4
dozen yaF'1s' 10 advance.
'Sorr.,.. a.-. but you'rp too late" h,
call. '''Th"-rTI be anp:h"r boat In q
few m!1utps."
Tom. >ait cr"e f. hand. gazed help
lcssly TT -" cIa,ei gate.
ITO ia's 80 connect with the $780,
be said. This bnat would have made
t." But h.s tone was listlcss.
The oBlcial eye still f.'2aried him
coIdly. 'ssor"~. sir" h' repeated
"V'bere were "nu bound forT'
"Columiia Heights"
"No more trains for the Heights 10
day. str."
"Whera's the nearest telegraph Of
fcef" asked Tom. striving to hide ths
grin Of delight which spread over hI'
face as the man spoke.
He sent hls telegram 10 the Rob
crises. jumped into cab and droy,
hDme-elatpd. DisappOlntneut await