The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1908-02-06
SERlAlA
G9STORYGy
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
BY MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author Of THE MAIN CHANCE" ZELDA
CAMERON" Etc.
1opyright loo5 by BoOb..sierrill Co,
VI.--Continued.

CfHF En- fts--SOilLtibShs
| turned to stand face to face with
the girl in the red tam-o' -shanter.
81 beg your pardon" said, stepping
away from the canoe.
She did not wear the covert coat OF
the morning, but red knit jacket, put
toned tight about her, She was young
with every emphasis of youth. A pair
of dark blue eyes examined me with
good-humored curiosity. She was on
good terms with the sum rejoiced in
the brown of her cheeks, so eloquent
of eompanionship with the outdoor
world--a certificate indeed OF the IA
yor of Heaven Show me, in October,
a girl with a face of tan, whose hands
have piled a paddle or driven golf
ball or cast fly beneath the blue
arches of summer, and | Will suffer
her soorn in joy. She may vote me
dull and refute my wisest word with
laughter, for hers are the privileges or
the sisterhood of DIANA and that soft
bronze, those daring fugitive freckles
beneath her eyes, link her to times
when Pan whistled upon his reed and
all the days were long.
Her rubber-soled outing shoes had
made possible her silent approach, and
she enjoyed, | was sure, my discom-
future at being taken unawares.
| had snatched off my cap and stood
waiting beside the canoe, feeling, |
must admit trifle guilty at being
caught In the unwarrantabe inspection
of another persons property-partlcu'
larly a person so wholly pleasing to
the eye.
81 believe--I believe that Is my pad
die" she said. little timidly thought,
and yet with definiteness.
I looked down and found to my an
noyance that | held her paddle In my
hand was In fact leaning upon it
with a cool air of proprietorship.
Again, | beg your pardon" said.
II hadn't expected
She eyed me calmly, with the stare
OF the child that arrives at drawing
room door by mistake and scrutinizes
the guests without awe. | didn't know
what | had expected or had not expect
ed, and she manifested no intention of
helping me to explain. Her short skirt
suggested Is or 16--not more-and
such being the case there was no rea-
son why should not be master of the
situation AS fumbled my pipe the
hot Goals of tobacco burned my hand
and | cast the thing from me.
She laughed a little, then caught
herself and gravely watched the pipe
bound from the dock into the water.
TOO bad" she said, her eyes upon
1t; "but If you hurry you may get it
before 1t floats away"
THANK you for the suggestion"
said. But did not relish the idea of
kneeling on the dock to fish for pipe
before a strange school girl who was,
felt sure, anxious to laugh at me-
She took step toward the line by
which her boat was fastened.
ALLOW me-"
IF you think you can, --safely, she
said and the laughter that lurked in
her eyes annoyed me,
THE feminine knot is designed for
the confusion of man" | observed,
twitching vainly at the rope, which
was tied securely in unfamiliar loops.
She was singularly unresponslve.
The thought that she was probably
laughing at my clumsiness did not
make my fingers more nimble.
THE nautical instructor at st.
Agathas Is undoubtedly woman.
This knot must come In the POSTCARD
uate course. But my gallantry Is
equal, trust, to your patience"
The maid in the red tam.o'-shanter
continued silent The wet rope was
obdurate. the knot more and more
hopeless, and my efforts to make light
of the situation awakened no response
In the girl. tugged away at the rope,
attacking it's tangle on various the
cries.
"A case for surgery, I'm afraid. A
truly gordian knot, but | haven't my
knife"
ooh. but you wouldn't she ex-
claimed. 81 think can manage"
She bent down. was aware that
the sleeve of her jacket brushed my
shoulder--seized an end that | had
ignored, gave 1t a sharp tug with a
slim, brown hand and pulled the knot
free
THERE" she exclaimed with little
laugh 81 might have saved you all
the bother"
How dull of me! But | didn't have
the combination, said, steadying the
canoe carefully to mitigate the ignom
my of my failure.
She scorned the hand l extended
but embarked with light. confden
step and took the paddle. 1t was grow
ing late. The shadows In the WOO
were deepening; a chill crept over tn,
water, and, beyond the tower of tn,
chapel the sky was bright with tn,
glory Of sunset
With few skillful strokes sh
brought her little craft beside III.
pipe, which she deity caught on tn
paddle blade and tossed to the wharf
Perhaps you can pipe tune upoI
II" she said, dipping the paddle.
"You put me under great obliga