Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-25

hsr, xhitenins the crown Of her r6d cap md clung to her shoulders. Have you ever seen snow crystals gleam, break, dissolve in fair. soft storm blown hayf Do you know how man will pledge his soul that . particular flake Will never fade. never cease to rest upon . certain flying strand over girlish temple? And he ioses--his heart and wager--in breath! If you fail to understand these things. and are furthermore unfamiliar with the fact that the color in the cheeks of 2 girl who walks abroad in driving snow storm marks the favor of heaven itself, then I waste time, and you will do well to rap at the door of another inn.
 'T'd rather missed you" said; land really, I should have been over to apologize if I hadn't been afraid"
 Sister Theresa Is rather herce," shs 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 slackened for 2 moment: then she hurried blIthely forward.
 "Oh. she's always well. I believe"
 You know her, of course"
 Rather! She teaches music"
 "So 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!" I exclaimed sympathetically. "Tall and hungry looking. with long talons that pound the keys with grim delight. know the sort"
 She's a sight!"-and my guide laughed approvingly. But we have to take her; she's part of the treat ment."
 You speak of St, Agathas as though 1t were a sanatorium"
 "Oh, it's not so bad; there are worse"
 We approached the gate. Her in- difference to the storm delighted me. Here, l thought in my admiration, is a real product of the Western owrld. felt that we had made strides toward such a comradeshlp as 1t is proper should exist between school girl in her teens and male neighbor of 27. l 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. It must be simply splendid to live In . house where there's mystery-se cret passages and chests of doubloons and all that sort of thing! My! Squire Glenarm. suppose you spend all your nights exploring secret pass ages?"
 This free expression of opinion startled me, though she seemed whol. ly innocent of impertinence.
 Who says there's any secret about the house?" I demanded.
 "Oh. Ferguson, the gardener, and all the girls!"
 T fear Ferguson is drawing on his imagination"
 Well, all the people in the village think 50. I've heard the candy shop woman speak of it often"
 Shed better attend to her taffy," I retorted.
 "Oh, you musn't be sensitive about 1t! All us girls think 1t ever so TO- mantle, and we call you sometimes the lord of the realm, and when we zee you walking through the darkling wood at evenfall we say, My lord is breeding upon the treasure chests.'"
 This, delivered iu the suited tone of one who was half quoting and half improvising, was lrresistibly funny, and laughed with good will.