Middletown transcript., 1909-09-04

visit showed IT TO pc sltuaeou
Of a river full OF fish
and bcrdered by woods populat-
d with quail and partridge, he
rented the farm to a worthy
couple and arranged to visit them
twice annually for hunting and
fishing expeditions. !,
His first season he enjoyed
with all the zest of a man who
loves out-of-doors. His second
visit was not paid from sporting
desire, but from a great need for
q place to sulk and brood. Garry
called his feeling a longing soil
tude. He had been one OF many
suitors for the hand of Margaret
sibIey, daughter Of sibley, who
was better known by the public
as the Copper King; but when ne
told her Of his love she looked
bored and replied: Et to, Brute
Mayn't | keep one friend, then !
He walked through the woods
along the rivers shore without
gun and without rcd. Finding
no solace in the haunts of nature
he fed from his farm again and
tried his club. The club was
worse than the farm. In disgust
he joined a party of men going
to Alaska for a hunt. He re-
NAMED in the far Northwest for
six months and returned in bios
som time. The call of the open
country was urgent. despite his
soiourn in the wilderness-or
perhaps because of it. He went
directly to the farm.
We have new neighbors on the
ten-acre strip, vouchsafed his
tenant, Mrs. Daley.
Have they built 8 house in
place of the old shack
No; they've fixed up things =
bit, though, and built on screen
ed porch. There is u boy who
has to sleep out.
Who are they? asked Garry
carelessly.
Their names are 5ibley.
He WINGED at the sound of the
name.
Mr.. sibley used to be million.
aire, but he lost everything specu-
lating, continued his garrulous
tenant. He don't come down very
often. His daughter stays all
the time and takes care of her
young brother. Then there is
an elderly woman who does the
work. She was the boys nurse
when he was a baby. They keep
a COW and some chickens, but
they don't know how to garden.
I'm going to take them down
things from here this summer if
you don't mind.
Garry's head and heart were
in a whirl al this wonderful INTEL
igence. Margaret, his neigbbor
and poor! he had left her in an
ger, but he must be friend now,
as she had asked him TO be then
Early the next morning he cross
ed his meadow land to the little
ten.acre strip. Harold Sibley, a
delicate lad Of fourteen, came
forward in delighted recognition.
How do you do, Mr.. Elliott? I'm
awfully glad to see you. Come
into our little summer house.
Margaret viii be in soon.
Garry followed the oyintothe
tiny house. The sitting room, he
noted at a glance, held a few
furnishings that Margaret had
brought with her. Two or three
rugs. a few of her favorile books,
a luxurious easy chair and couch.
Come on, urged Harold, and
see the rest of the playhouse, as
Margaret calls it.
He followed the lad into the
tiny dining room and kitchen,
where old Abbie was washing
dishes.
We have two little bedrooms
beyond, and that is all, laughed
Harold, except my outdoor room.
Here comes Margaret!
She came in flushed and trium-
plant with q basket of eggs,
which she nearly dropped at
sight of Elliott. Her greeting
was cordial and unembarrassed,
however.
I did not know you had return.
ed from Alaska, she said.
I only returned last night and
learned you were my neighbor.
, Mrs. Daley told me you owned
their farm.
/ came to hear all about it,
Margaret, he said, his heart thrill
ling as of old at the sight Of her
fair face and the gladstone sound
Of her voice.
There is not much to tell, she
sold fhnuChtfnll0 pano'e r,nez