Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1907-07-18
Storming the Castle
BY Eleanor H. Porter
By Eleanor H. Porter
Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.l

eff you'll let me put this cushion
at your head, and readjust your foot
rest, l think you'll be easier"
Charlie Haywood"
AT your service"
why, how in the world" she be-
gan d~elightedly, then her whole figure
stiffened. "This is never going to do
at ALL" she finished with decision.
Haywood busted himself with the
cushion and the foot-rest and did not
seem to hear.
81 am travelling with my aunt" she
began again, with some asperity.
Certainly" he responded cheerful
ly, picking up her magazine for her.
There, now l am sure you will be
Tor comfortable" And he bowed
himself off.
All through the rest of the voyage
Kathleen did not see him once, though
she watched for him every day-hrst
fearfully, then re%sentfully.
When once again on land, Kathleen
stood guard over her trunks and trav-
eling-bags with a frowning face.
"Why can't they have checks over
here and transfer ones baggage in a
good, Christian manner" she de-
manded wrathfully of her aunt.
Suppose l attend to it for you,"
suggested Haywood at her elbow.
ooh, then you are on earth!" re-
turned Kathleen, a bit ungraciously,
though a relieved look came into her
eyes. The look remained until Hey
wood had seen then enroute for their
hotel then it changed to n very like
regret as his form was lost to sight in
the crowd.
"Er-ah-what's Charlie doing over
here?" inquired Mrs. Howells, with
the hesitation one always showed in
asking Kathleen questions regarding
Haywood.
Business, he says" she repli I'd,
with a shrug of her shoulders.
In London Kathleen saw Haywood
just three times-once when she and
her aunt lost their bearings on the
Strand, again when he obtained for
them permission to enter a certain
palace which they wanted very much
to see, and a third time when in a
panic in a London theater made his
presence something in the nature of q
godsend.
Charlie Haywood has a remarkable
faculty of making his advent delight
fully opportune!" observed Mrs. How
ellis, with a shrewd glance at Kath-
leen's face.
"Humph! it strikes me he's a little
bit oficious," retorted Kathleen, again
trying to Danish with scornfulness
that curious thrill.
Kathleen had friends in Paris, and
she danced and f1irted and drove and
shopped in an endless whirl of gayety.
Days passed. Save with the eye of
her fancy, Kathleen had not once seen
Haywood, though she looked for him
at every turn. One afternoon, ignor.
ing the fact that Paris is not New
York, she slipped out alone for a short
walk. She wal strangely restless, and
her feet flew faster and faster; even
then, they seemed to her to be but
crawling over the pavements. An
hour passed and she turned to go
back, but after another Commute
walk, she awoke to a realization that
she had lost her way.
How stupid of mel" she murmur-
ed, biting her lips with annoyance.
She stopped to rest at a table in an
open-air restaurant, but when a be-
ringed, bestudded nan slipped into
the seat at her left, she fed again to
the sidewalk.
you are looking for some one?" a
voice at her side suggested.
A sudden throb of joy tingled to
Kathleen's finger-tips.
"Go-go away" she cried feebly,
glorying in the absolute certainty that
the mar wouldn't obey her.
Right away-now?" he asked.
She nodded-but drew nearer to
him.
'T-I'm tired of being rescued, Char
lie" she laughed, Historically.
He gave a keen glance at her flush
ed cheeks and hailed a carriage. He
helped her in without speaking, gave
an order to the driver, and seated HIM
self at her side.
How stupid of mel never thought
of a carriage" she %quavered, brushing
back the loose hair fsOm her eyes.
She stole a glance at the mans
gloomy face, and a rose-pink flushed
to her forehead. Let me see" she
went on softly, ian automobile, a
cushion, IA"
DON'T" he interrupted harshly.
"But, really" she continued, a queer
little tremor in her voice, Il was only
naming them over-the weapons have
beersso very = effective - that"
Haywood looked up quickly.
Kathleen, you don't mean that
"The castle has been stormed and
the princess isis" She raised shy
eyes to his face.
Mine at last!" he breathed, the
light of a long-deferred joy in biz
eyes.
How the Village Progressed.
We'll, WE'LL" exclaimed the mar