The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1910-09-16

tumbled hair, blushing at the recol-
lection of its episode with the coat
button, before her host returned. tray
in hand.
Mrs. Larrup has disappeared, and it
seems to be the maids half holiday,
so you must be satisfied with my hum
BILE services. Here are current wine
and some biscuits and a bottle Of eau
de cologne. Isn't that what ladies use
when they are upset?" He placed the
tray handily at her elbow.
Thanks to you, l wasn't upset." re-
turned Annabelle merrily. She shifted
at the cut glass bottle in graft
tude for his thoughtfulness than be-
cause she needed its pungent aroma.
''Thank you. 1 I'M afraid I've made
you lots of trouble and ruined your
garden. l hope you will allow me to
have it put in order again." She slipped
the wine he poured for her and looked
up at him from her dark blue. eyes,
frankly boyish in their direct glance.
REALLY, you've given old Jackson
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head off lately and grumbling because
l 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 dOOrpOst
and looked out into the garden, where
an old negro was hobbling among the
torn beds, a broad smile about his
toothlcss lips.
II say, Jackson, please ask Pierre to
come here and get this car out into the
drive" He turned to Annabelle, and
his glance fingered long 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 it
probably some small matter of adjust
ment."
While the chauffeur tinkered over
the a Annabelle related the story of
her ride. She omitted nothing, not
eve the fact that she had deliberately
ran away from her aunt's musicale and
the great violinist nor her terror at the
last when her a sped down the hill.
Tho maj listened without Interrupt
ton. He smiled when she mentioned
Alvan Eldred. and he WINGED when
she described the terrible ride down
the hill. When she had finished he
told her that he had been sitting in
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 Alvan
Eldred." he said Il little later. "Have
you ever heard him play?"
"Once," admitted Annabelle, land it
"a so heavenly it made me cry.
There was a big crowd, and 1 couldn't
see him. and l didn't want to. l know
what they look like, and I am always
disillusioned after 1 see them, some
L $3.50 grubby, you know. This
time he played an old thing, the inter
mezzo from 'Cavalleria,' you know, and
I've wanted to hear it again just as he
played it, only
YOU'RE afraid of the garlic and the
greasy coat collar, EN-" He was smil-
ing down at her in the friendliest sort
of way.
II know you think I'm horrid about
it and not a bit artistic, butt
81 don't like garlic myself" he con-
fessed cheerfully. LAS for question:
BILE coat ~collars-ugh! Nevertheless,
Pm afraid you do Eldred an injustice.
He's an American. you know"
You see how narrow and prejudiced
and silly l am" said Annabelle, rising
and moving toward the door. II never
W knew that. 1 thought he was a
Pole-or something. 1t is growing
late. and your man seems to have fixed
my car"
I'm going with you-with your per-
mission-to see that you reach home
safely. Pierre can follow with my
a and bring me home. You have
told me your name, but l have not yet
introduced myself. Wait a moment.
please: do not turn your head"
With a slight bow he left her stand
ing in the doorway. her back to the
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side. and she heard a slight rattle, a
whining twang as a string frightened.
and then the strains of the intermezzo
trembled on the air-.played as only a
master could play it-as Alvan Eldred'
had never played it before.
Annabelle stood s%pellbound, her blue
eyes like stars, her red lips parted.
wave after wav of rose color flushing
her startled face. Before he had fin
ished she had turned and was facing
him. inspiring him to greater effort.
and there passed between them at the
moment Il great understanding.
When lie had finished Annabelle
pressed her hands against her eyes.
II feel as if l had always been asleep
as though had just awakened"
she said softly.
He made no reply. Quietly he put
away the violin which had wrought
this wonderful thing for him. and ST.
lently they entered the little car which
had brought Annabelle so strangely