Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1907-06-06

May trouble you for that shoe?"
she said with tremendous dignity.
They taught that cold disdain of
man, suppose as q required study al
st. Agatha's.
"Oh, certainly! Won't you allow
me?"
Thank you, MOI"
She took the damp bit Of rubber
wet overshoe, even if small and hal
lowed by associations, isn't pretty-as
Venus might have received a soft
shell crab from the hand Of fresh
young norman. | was between her
and the steps to which her eyes turned
longingly.
"Of course II you won't accept my
apology | cant do anything about It;
but I hope you understand that I'm
sincere and humble, and anxious to bs
forgiven"
you seem 10 be making a good deal
Of q small natter"
II wasn't referring to the overshoe!"
I said,
She did not reent.
"If you'll only go away"
She rested one hand against the
corner Of the boat house, while she
affixed the overshoe to her foot. She
wore, I noticed, brown gloves with
cuffs
How can | go away You children
are always leaving things about for
me to pick up. I'm perfectly worn out
carrying some girls beads about with
me; and | spoiled a good glove on
your overshoe."
'I'll relieve you of the beads. II you
please"
She thrust her hands into the peck.
cts of her coat and shook the tam-o'-
shanter slightly, TO establish it in a
more comfortable spot on her head.
The beads had been in my corduroy
coat since found them. | drew them
out and gave them TO her.
Thank you; thank you very much"
"Of course they are yours, Miss"
She thrust them into her pocket
"Of course they're mine" she said
Indignantly. and turned TO go.
We'll waive proof Of property and
that sort of thing I'm sorry not to
establish q more neighborly feeling
with st. Agatha's The stone wall
may seem formidable, but it's not OF
my building. | must open the gate.
That wallis a trife steep for climbing"
was amusing myself with the idea
that my identity was a dark mystery
10 her had read English novels In
which the young lord of the manor is
always mistaken for the game-keeper's
son by the pretty daughter of the
curate who has come home from school
to be the bellies Of the county. But my
lady If the red tam-o' shanter was not
creature Of illusions.
TT serves a very good purpOse-the
wall, l mean-Mr. Glenarn.'
She was walking down the steps and
followed pleased to hear my name
from her lips am not man to suf-
fer lost school girl 70 cross my lands
unattended in a snow storm; and the
piazza Of a boat house Is not, submit,
pleasant loafins place On winter
day She marched before me. her
hands in her pockets liked her par
tic6larly that way-Eith an easy swing
/ and q light and certain step. Her re-
mark about the wall did not encourage
/ further conversation and fell back
upon the poets.
stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars cage
quoted.
Il have heard that-before!' she
! Co. ,syl,.,
as she fastened on.
Her brilliant cheeks were a delight
to the eye The snow swtrled about
her, whitening the crown of her red
cap and chung to her shoulders. Have
you ever seen SNOW crystals CLEAN.
break, dissolve in fair. soft storm
blown hay? DO you know how man
will pledge his soul that a particular
fake will never fade never cease to
rest upon a certain flying strand over
a girlish temple? And he loses-his
heart and wager-iu q breath, II you
fail to understand these things, and
are furthermore unfamiliar with the
| fact that the color in the cheeks OF
a girl who walks abroad in a driving
snow storm marks the favor of heaven
itself. then | waste time. and you will
do we'll TO rap at the door of another
inn.
I'D rather missed you I said and
really. should have been over to
apologize if I hadn't been afraid"
Sister Theresa Is rather fierce"
she 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 quits
well, hope"
She turned her head my way as
though to listen more carefully and
her step slackened for a moment;
then she hurried blithely forward
oh. she's always well, | believe"
You know her, of course"
Rather! she teaches music"
$50 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"
"JrRhin eYclaip,o1 cvr1 etheticaIlv