Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1911-01-05

I Il will send my housekeeper. Mrs. Lar
rup. to YOU she may be of assistance"
4 AnnabeIe had time to rearrange her
mmbled hair. blushing at the recol-
lection Of its episode with the coat
hutton before her host returned, tray
/ In hand.
"Nfrs. Larrup has disappeared. and it
seems TO bc the maids half holiday,
80 YOU must be satisfied with my hum
bIe services. Here are currant wine
I and some biscuits and bottle Of eau
de cologne. Isn't that what ladies use
when they are upsetF' He placed the
/ tray handily at her elbow.
"Thanks to you, wasn't upset" re-
turned Annabelle merrily. She shifted
of the cut glass bottle more in graft
tude for his thoughtfulness than be-
cause she needed its pungent aroma
"Thank YOU | am afraid I've made
YOU lots of trouble and ruined your
garden ! hope you will allow me TO
have ii nut 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
sometime to do He's been eating his
head off lately and grumbling because
/ / 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 #"
! The man leaned against the doorpost
and looked out into the garden, where
an old negro was hobbling among the
toothless lips.
81 say, Jackson, please ask Pierre to
come here and get this car out into the
drive" lie turned to Anuabelle and
/ his glance fingered long on her face,
sweetly serious in the pale green light
of the arb0r Il think my man can
pat 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 car Annabelle related the story Of
her ride. She omitted nothing. not
even the fact that she had deliberately
ran away from her aunts musicale and
the great violinist nor her terror at the
last when her car sped down the hill.
The man listened without Interrupt
tiou He smiled when she mentioned
Alvan Elrcd and he WINGED when
she described the terrible ride down
the hill Whom 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 ut all.
80 YOU did not want to see Avian
Eldred," me said a little later Have
you ever heard him playa
"Once," admitted Annabelle, "and it
was SO heavenly it made me cry
There was a biz crowd, and l couldn't
see him, and didn't want to. ] know
what they look like. and l am always
disillusioned after 1 see theu, some
are $3.50 grubby, you know This
time he played an old thing, the inter
mczzo from 'Cavalleria, you know, and
I've wanted to hear it again just as he
played it, only
You're afraid Of the garlic ana the
greasy coat collar eh?' He was smil-
ing down at her in the friendliest SORT
Of way.
81 know you think I'm horrid Gbout
it ana not Il bit artistic, but
II don't like garlic myself" he con
fessed cheerfully. AS for questiona-
..,1Iop. ,,,rI,r NTg,-,rtl,,I,,-y,
I'm afraid you do Eldred an injustice
He's an American, you know"
"Iou see how narrow and prejudiced
and silly | am" said Annabelle, rising
and moving toward the door Il never
even knew that l thought he was a
Pole-or something It 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
car and bring me home. You have
told me your name, but have not yet
introduced myself Wait q moment,
please; do not turn your head"
With a slight bow he left her stand
ing in the doorway, her back to the
interior of the arbor He passed in
side, and she heard a Slight rattle,
whining twang as Il string frightened,
and then The strains Of the intermezzo
trembled on the air-ployed as only a
master could play it-as Avian Eldred
had never played it before
Annabelle stood spellbound her blue