Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1908-10-22

turned Annabelle merrily. She snihcd
at the cut glass bottle more In grail
tude for his thoughtfulness than be
cause she needed its pungent aroma
"Thank you. / am afraid I've mace
Won lots of trouble and ruined your
garden. / hope you will allow me TO
have It put in order again." She slipped
the wine he poured for her and looked
ND at HIM from her dark blue eyes
frankly boyish in their direct glance
"Really, you've given old Jackson
something to do. He's been eating his
head off lately and grumbling because
7 wouldn't let him dig up some OF the
beds and set out other plants. There
he is now among the hollyhocks. See
the grin on his face? He's tickled to
death over It,"
The man leaned against the doorposf
and looked out into the garden, where
an old negro was hobbling among the
torn beds, broad smile about his
toothiess lips.
81 say. Jackson, please ask Pierre to
come here and get this car out Into the
drive" He turned to Annabelle, ana
bis glance fingered loAe on her face'
sweetly serious In the pale green light
of the arbor II think my man can
put your car right. There seems to be
nothing serious the matter with II
probably some small matter OF adjust
ment."
While the chauffeur tinkered over
the car Annabelle related the soory OF
her ride. She omitted nothing, not
even the fact that she had deliberately
ran away from her aunts musicale and
the great yiolinist nor her terror at the
last when her car sped down the hill.
The man listened without Interrupt
ton. He smiled when she mentioned
Alyan Eldred, and he WINGED when
she described the terrible ride down
the hill. When she had finished ne
told her that he had been sitting ID
the arbor and had seen her approach
| across the turf-had raced to meet her.
1t was nothing at'all.
$50 you did not want to see Avian
Eldred." he said little later. "Have
you ever heard him playT
"Once." admitted AnnabeDe, "and IT
was so heavenly 1t made me cry
There was big crowd, and couidn
see him. and I didn't want to. know
what they look like, and L am always
dfslllusioned after l see them, some
are $3.50 grubby, you know. This
| time he played an old thing the inter,
mezzo from 'Cavalleria,' you know, aho
I've wanted to hear 1t again just as he
played 1t, only
"You're afraid Of the garlic and the
greasy coat collar, ehT" He was smii
ing down at her In the friendiiest sor'
Of way.
az know you think Pm horrid abou
II and not a bit artistic, but
"I don't like garlic myself" he con
fessed cheerfully. "As for questiona
ble coat collars-ugh! Nevertheless
Pm afraid you do Eldred an injustice
He's an American. you know
.You see how narrow and prejudice'
and silly I am" said Annabele. RISING
end moving toward the door. Il neve
even knew that. thought he was
pole-or something. 1t Is growing
, late, and your man seems to have n1e
my car"
2 "rm going with you-with your pei
e mission-to see that you reacn nom
e safely. Pierre can follow with m
car and bring me bone. You nav
e told me your name, bat have not ye
e introduced myself Wait momen
s please: do not turn your head"
t with a slight bow he left her stan1
e ing in the doorway, her back to I'll
d interior Of the arbor. He passed II
d side and she heard slight rattle,
d whining twang as a string hghtene'
and then the strains of the intermez2
:; trembled on the air-played as only
Il master could play it-as Alvan Eidre
d had never played 1t before.
e Annabelle stood spellbound, her oil
d ewes like stars, her red lips parte
G. wave after wave Of rose color hushir
l. her startled face. Before he had d
,shed she had turned and was facir
y him. inspiring him to greater eftoi
and there passed between them at Il
ID moment a great understanding.
er When he had finished Annaheel
Of pressed her hands against her eye
le "I feel as If I had always been aisle,
ne as though l had just awakened
lie she said softly.
He made no reply. Quietly he p
ed away the violin which had wrong
in this wonderful thing for him, and
ly lently they entered the little car Will
nd had brought Annabelle 80 strange
into the garden.
IS At home he smiled down at her.
be may come againT
er "Yes, indeed"
lis Garlic? Long hairY His ha
ne brushed his cropped head.
81 don't mind, really" biushed A
mt nabelle, with starry eyes.
Ike His tone of banter changed to o
as of tender gravity. To Annabelle
i'd sounded like the deeper notes OF
of violin. "You ran away from me,
tty vet we met after all. Are you gla
on I amp Without waiting for ansv
ht- he jumped Into his waiting car
nd. with a last backward look was go
M Annabelle smiled mysteriously as
n. vanished in a cloud Of dust. "A
OH I'm glad. too-glad. glad" Then "
be- a swift. graceful movement she b.
ed. down and kissed the steering wheel
lsy the little automobile.
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