Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1907-03-08

Thank you; thank you very much"
"0f course they are yours, Miss"
She thrust them into her pocket.
"Of course they're mine." she said
Indignantly. and turned 10 60.
Wen waive proof Of property and
that sort OF thing. I'm sorry not to
establish more neighborly feeling
with 81. Agatha's. The stone wall
may seem formidable, but It's not Of
my building. / must open the gate.
That wallis trife steep for climbing"
was amusing myself with the idea
that my identity was dark mystery
to her. | had read English novels in
which the young lord Of the manor Is
always mistaken for the game-keeper's
son By the pretty daughter OF the
curate who has come home from school
to be the bellies Of the county. But my
lady OF the red tsmo'-shanter was not
creature Of Illusions.
1T Serves a very good purpose-the
wall, | mean-Mr. Glenarm."
She was walking down the steps and
followed. pleased TO hear my name
from her lips. am not a man to sui.
fer lost school girl to cross my lands
unattended in snow storm; and the
piazza Of boat house is not, submit,
a pleasant loafng place on a winter
day. She marched before me, her
hands in her pockets liked her par.
ticularly that way-Tith an easy swing
and light and certain step. Her re-
mark about the wall did not encourage
further conversation and | fell back
upon the poets.
"stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars q cage"
quoted.
Il have heard that-before!' she
said, half turned her face and laughed
as Sne naStened on.
Her brilliant cheeks were a delight
to the eye. The snow swirled about
her, whitening the crown of her red
cap. and chung to her shoulders. Have
you ever seen snow crystals CLEAN,
break, dissolve in fair, soft storm
blown hay! Do you know how a man
will pledge his soul that a particular
fake will never fade, never cease to
rest upon certain flying strand over
a girlish temple? And he loses-his
heart and wager-in a breath! II you
fail to understand these things, and
are furthermore unfamiliar with the
fact that the color in the cheeks of
a girl who walks abroad in a driving
snow storm marks the favor of heaven
itself, then | waste time, and you will
do well to rap at the door of another
inn.
I'D rather missed you" said: and
really, | should have been over to
apologize if / hadn't been afraid"
Sister Theresa is rather fierce"
she declared And we're not allowed
to receive gentlemen callers-it says
so in the catalogue"
so imagined / trust Sister The,
resa is improving"
Yes, thank you"
And Miss Devereux-she is quite
well, ! hope"
She turned her head my way as
though to listen more carefully and
her step slacko1ei for a moment;
then she hurried blittoly forward.
Oh, she's always well. | believe"
You know her, Of course"
Rather! She teaches music"
$50 Miss Devereux is the music
teacher is she? Should you call her
a popular teacher?"
The girls call her"-she seemed
moved to mirth by the recollection
Miss Prim and Prosy."
UGH" ! exclaimed sympathetically.
Tall and hungry looking, with long
talons that pound he keys with grim
delight know the sort"
shes a sight!"-and my galde
laughed approvingly. But we have
to take her; she's part of the treat.
ment."
You sneak Of St Agatha's as
though 1t were a sanatorium."
'"Oh, it's not so bad; there are
worse"
We approached the gate. Her in.
difference to the STERN delighted me.
Here, thought in my admiration. is a
real product of the Western owrld. I |
felt that We had made strides toward
such comradeshlp as II is proper
Should exist between a school girl in |
ner teens and a male neighbor of 81. |
Was-going back TO English fiction
the young squire walking home with |
the curate's pretty young daughter
and conVersing with fine condescen-
sion.
we girls all wish we could come |
over and help hunt the lost treasure. |
1t must be simply splendid to live In |
house where there's a mystery-se |
cret passages and chests Of doubloons |
and all that Sort OF thing! Ny! Squire |
Glenarm. | suppose you spend all |
your nights exploring secret pass
agesr
This free expression Of opinion
startled me, though she seemed Who'll
ly innocent OF impertnence.
Who says there's any secret about
the house!' demanded. |