The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1907-06-29
Copyright 1900 by Bobbs-Merrill %.
CHAPTER xlI.-Continued.

They re hldeouS,-perfectly hide
ous."
Where is your home'" | 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 | hope l haven't
a Kentucky girls air of waiting to be
flattered 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
book; and the Cincinnati girl is with
out my elan, esprit.-whatever you
please to call it. She has more Teu-
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" |
asserted. yielding myself further to the
joy Of idiocy, and deightng in the
m2caery and whimsical moods of her
talk. l did not make her out; indeed
! preferred not to, | was not them
ana l am not now, thank God,-of an
analytical turn of mind. And as
grow older l prefer. even after many
b.uw, to take my fellow human beings
az find them. And as for women, old
OF young, l envy no man his gift of re-
solving them into elements. As well
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 agirl,-particularly 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.
IF knew your window | 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, I would; I'm really an old
friend" l insisted, feeling more like
an idiot every minute.
We'll, don't tell. But they caught
me f1irting-with the grocery boy.
Now aren't you disgusted!"
Thoroughly! l can't believe it.
Why, you'd lot better firt with me-"
l suggested boldly.
well, I'm to be sent away for good
at Christmas. l may come back then
if l can square myself. My. That's
slang,-isn't it adorable?"
The Sisters don't like slang, I sup
pose?"
They loathe it! Miss Devereux,-
you know who she is!-she spies on us
and tells"
You don't say so; but I'm not sur
prised at her! I've heard about herr"
/ declared bitterly.
We had reached the door, and I ex-
pected her to fly: but she fingered
'Oh, if you know her! Perhaps
you're spy, too. It's just as 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 | returned in an imitation 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, be-
Level"
Then you prefer to ignore the first
nfime 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
4 make it three times, without that
one, and not counting once in the road
and other times when you didn't know
Squire Glenarm, I'm foolish little
girl to have remembered the first.
see now how blind l have been.
Good-by,"
She opened and closed the door soft
ly, and I heard her running up the
steps within
| 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 l had left at both
ends of the passage should have been
discovered. Near the chapel | 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,
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