Rocky Ford enterprise., 1907-06-28
CHAPTER xlI.-continued.
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iy strict"
They're hideous.-perfectly hide
pus."
Where is your homer" l 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 ! haven't
II Kentucky girls air of waiting to be
fiattered to death. And no lndianapo-
lis girl would talk to u strange man At
the edge OF deep wood In the gray
twilight of a winter day.-thnts from
IA book: and the Cincinnati girl Is with
out my elan. esprit.-whatever you
please to call II. She has more Teu'
tonic repose,-morc Gretchen of the
Rhine valley about her. Don't you
adore French. Squire Gienarm." she
pause In her quick step.
II adore yours. Miss Armstrong"
asserted. yielding myself further to the
Jos OF idiocy. and dcli.hting IN tho
mSckcry and whimsical moods OF her
talk. did not make her out: indeed.
preferred not TO! was not thcn.-
ani I am not now. thank God!-of IN
analytical turn Of mind. And Ms
grow older prefer. even after many u
blew. to take my fellow human beings
ms find them. And as for women. old
or young. envy no man his gift of re-
solving them Into elements. As well
carry spray OF arbutus to tho labor.
atory or subject the enchantmcnt Of
moonlight upon running water to the
flame and biow.pipc as try to nnalyzc
the heart Of u .iri.-part!culariy u giri
who paddles canoe with sure stroke
and puts up good race with rabbit.
A lamp shonc ahead Of us Mt the en-.
trance of one of the houses. and lights
appeared In all the buildings.
III knew your window should cor.
tainiy sing under it.-cxccpt 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. would: I'm really an old
friend!" ! insisted. feeling more like
an idio, every minute.
We'll. don't tell! But they caught
me iiirtins-with the grocery boy!
Now aren't you disgustcd!"
Thoroughly! can't believe It!
Why. you'd lot better iirt with me-
| suggested boldly.
well. I'm to be sent away for good
at Christmas. I may come back then
II I can square myself. My! That's
slang.-isn't II adorablc?"
The Sisters don't like slang. sup.
poser
They loathc Il! Miss Dcvercux.-
you know who she is.-she spies on us
and tells
You don't say so: but I'm not sur
priscd at her! I've heard about her!"
1 declared bitterly.
We had reached the door. and I cx.
pccted her to fly: but she fingered.
"oh. II you know her! Perhaps
you're n spy. too! It's Just rs well we
should never meet again. Mr.. Glen.
arm" she declared haughtily.
THE memory OF these few meetings
will always linger with me. Miss Arm
strong" 1 returned In an initiation OF
her own tone.
Il shall scorn to remember you!'-
and she folded her arms under the
cloak tragically.
Our meetings have been all to few.
Miss Armstrong. Two. exactly, I be-
1ieve!"
Then you prefer to ignore the first
time l ever saw you," she said, her
hand on the door.
"Out there in your canoe? Never!
And you've forgiven me for overhear-
ing you and the chaplain on the wall
please!"
She grasped the knob Of the door
and paused an instant as though pom
dering.
Il make It three times. without that
one, and not counting once In the road
and other times when you didn't know.
Squire Glenarmh I'm n foolish little
girl to have remembered the first.
see now how blind have been.
Good.by!"
She opened and closed the door soft
ly. and 1 heard her running up the
steps within.
I ran back to the chapel, roundly
abusing myself for having neglected
my more serious affairs for bit of
silly talk with school girl. fearful
lest the openings I had left at both
ends of the passage should have been
discovered. Near the chapel I mar
rowly escaped running into Stoddard,
but l slipped past him. found my
lantern. pulled the hidden door into
place. and. traversing the tunnel with
out incident. soon climbed through the
hatchway and slammed the false block
securely into the opening.
CHAPTER XIII.
A Pair Of Eavesdroppers.
When I came down after dressing