Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1908-03-06
Copyrights. 1905 BY Bobbs-Merrtn Co. !.
CHAPTER xII.-continued.

CHAPTER Xll.-Continued
But suppose the Sisters are awful
~ strict"
They're hideous,-perfectly hide
pus."
Where is your homer" 1 demanded.
Chicago. Louisville, Indianapolis, Gin
scinnati, perhaps?"
''Humph, you are dull! You ought
to know from my accent that I'm not
from Chicago. And / hope I haven't
IA Kentucky girls air of waiting to be
flattered to death. And no Indianapo-i
lis girl would talk to a strange man at
the edge of deep wood in the gray
twilight of winter day,-that's from
"a 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.
81 adore yours, Miss Armstrong" l
asserted, yielding myself further to the
Joy Of idiocy, and delighting in the
moclery and whimsical moods of her
talk. / did not make her out; indeed,
/ preferred not to! was not them
and am not now, thank God!-of an
analytical turn of mind. And as ]
grow older prefer, even after many
blow, to take my fellow human beings
as 1 find them. And as for women, old
or young, envy no man his gift of re-
solving them into elements. AS we'll
carry 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 a girl,-particularly girl
who paddles canoe with sure stroke
and puts up good race with rabbit.
A lamp shone ahead of us at the en-
trance of one of the houses, and lights
appeared in all the buildings.
IN knew your window l 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"
ooh, yes, would; I'm really an old
friend!" I insisted, feeling more like
an idiot every minute.
We'll, don't tell! But they caught
me firting-with the grocery boy!
f,w aren't you disgusted!"
Thoroughly! 1 can't believe it!
Why, you'd a lot better flirt with me, =
/ suggested boldly.
well, I'm to be sent away for good
at Christmas. l may come back then
If can square myself My! That's
slang,-isn't 1t adorable?"
1.-THE Sisters don't like slang, I sup
poser"
"rhey 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 her!'
declared bitterly.
We had reached the door, and / ex
pected her to fly; but she fingered.
ooh, il you know her! Perhaps
you're spy, too! It's just as well WI
should never meet again, Mr.. Glen
arm, !" she declared haughtily.
"'rhe memory of these few meeting
will always linger with me, Miss Arm
strong" / returned in an imitation Q
her own tone.
'I shall scorn to remember you'll
and she folded her arms under tn
cloak tragically.
Our meetings have been all to few
Miss Armstrong. Two, exactly. l b'
lieve!"
"Then you prefer to ignore the frs
time ever saw you," she said, he
hand on the door.
i"Out there in your canoe? Never
And you've forgiven me for oyerhea
ing you and the chaplain on the wall
pleased"
she grasped the knob of the doc
and paused an instant as though POI
deTing.
II make it three times, without thu
one, and not counting once in the roa
and other times when you didn't knoN
Squire Glenarm! I'm a foolish lit
girl to have remembered the first.
see now how blind l have bee
Good-byi"
she opened and closed the door sol
ly. and I heard her running up Il
steps within.
ran back to the chapel, round
abusing myself for having neglect'
my more serious affairs for a bit
silly talk with a school girl. fearf
lest the openings had left at DO
ends of the passage should have be-
discovered. Near the chapel I M
rowly escaped running into stodda1
but 1 slipped past him. found n
lantern, pulled the hidden door in
place, and. traversing the tunnel wit
out incident, soon climbed through Z
hatchway and slammed the false bio
securely into the opening.
CHAPTER XIII.