The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-02-21

frostily.
Then I found and grasped the Ian
tern
"One moment" said, and I'll see
what's the trouble"
I thought my grandfather took It,
but the fame of my wax match showed
her fingers clasping the wire frame.
The cloak slipped away, showing her
arms soft curve, the blue and white
of her bodice, the purple blur Of vio-
lets; and for a second l saw her face,
with a smile quivering about her lips.
My grandfather was beating the
ground impatiently with his stick. urg-
ing US to leave the lantern and go on.
Let It alone" he said I'll go
down through the chapel; there's a
lantern in there somewhere"
I'm awfuuy sorry" she said. but
I recently lost my best lantern!"
To be sure she hadl I was angry
that she should 50 brazenly recall the
night I found her looking for Picker,
ing's notes in the passage at the Door
of Bewilderment!
She had lifted the lantern now, and
I was striving to touch the wax taper
to the wick, with imminent danger to
my bare fingers.
They don't really light we'll when
the oils out" she observed, with an
exasperating air of wisdom
I took it from her hand and shook
it close TO my ear.
"Yes; of course, it's empty" I NUT
tered disdainfuIly, and threw it from
me.
"Oh, Mr. Glenarm" she cried, turn
ing away toward my grandfather.
heard his stick beating the rough
path several yards away. He was
Fastening toward Glenarm House
4 think Mr. Glenarm has gone
home"
"Oh, that is too bad!" she ex-
claimed
Thank you! He's probably at the
chapel by this time If you will per-
nit me-"
Not at ALI"
A man in the sixties should not
tax hts arteries too severely. I was
quite sure that my grandfather ran
up the chapel steps; l could hear his
stick beating hurriedly on the stones.
If you wish to go farther"-I be-
gan.
I was indignant at my grandfathers
conduct; he had deliberately run of,
leaving me alone with young woman
whom I had resolved never to see
again.
Thank you; l shall go back now I
was merely walking to the gate with
Mr.. Glenarm. It is so fine to have him
back again, 50 unbelievable!"
It was just such a polite murmur as
one might employ in speaking to an
old foe at a friends table.
She listened a moment for his step;
then, apparently satisfied, turned back
toward St. Agatha's. I followed, I'M
certain, hesitating, marking her defn-
lite onward fight. From the folds OF
her cloak stole the faint perfume OF
violets. The sight of her, the sound
of her voice, combined to create-and
! to destroy,-a mood with every step.
l was seeking some colorIess thing
to say when she spoke over her shoul-
der:
You are very kind, but am not
the least afraid, Mr.. Glenarm"
But there is something wish to
say to you. now that we have met
should like"
She slackened her step.
Yes"
4 am going away"
yes; of course; you are going
away"
Her tone implied that this was some
thing that had been ordained from the
beginning Of time, and did not mat
ter
And I wish to say a word about
Mr.. Pickering" I added.
She paused and faced me abruptly
We were at the edge Of the wood
and the school lay quite near. She
caught the cloak closer about her and
gave her head a little toss I remem
bered well, as a trick compelled By
the yagaries of woman's headdress.
Z can't talk to you here, Mr.. Glen
arm I had no intention Of ever see
ing you again; but I must say this tc
you"
Those notes Of Pickering's-T shall
ask Mr. Glenarm to give them to yor
as a mark Of esteem from me"
She stepped backward as though
had struck her.
You risked much for them-ant
for him" I went on.
Mr. Glenarm, I have no intention
of discussing that. or any other mat
ter with you"
IT is better So"
But your accusations, IRE things
you imply, are unjust, infamous"
The Quaver in her voice shook N!
resolution to deal harshly with her.
IF ! had not myself been q wit
ness" I began.
Yes; you have the conceit of you
own wisdom, I dare say"