The Libby herald., 1911-12-07

corner cooked an inQuisitive eye 4
his mistress.
Il cant give up the gliding m,
chine" said Bartholomew with une,
pected spirit in one usually SO meel
and during an ominous silence h
hobbled across the room, retrieved hi
hat and, overcoat, managed to get int
one and balance the other on hi
head.
II wish you good day. Libbie." h.
said quietly. and went away.
"Fool!" shrieked the parrot angri
ly.
Keep still, Polly!" chided Libbi,
Long. II know I'm fool, but, oh
dear, thought he would be easier tt
manage!"
"O-o-o-oh! Lawks!" shrieked the
bird disgustedly and turned his back
on his despondent mistress.
u don't suppose be will ever come
back" unused Libbie Long, as she sal
there alone. "The way he spoke when
l told him to chose between me and
the gliding machine was as much as to
say there were plenty of women in
the world but only one gliding ma
chine. Perhaps after he breaks a few
more arms and legs he'll come to his
Senses she ended plaintively, for she
was sorry for herself She spoke of
Bartholomew Jepson's injuries much
as If he had been a centipede instead
of biped.
So their engagement was suspend
ed. so to speak, for the widow did not
return the amethyst ring Bartholo-
NEW had placed upon her finger.
Let him come after It," she muir.
INJURED to herself every time she
looked at It, and that was very often,
for she continued to wear 1t on her
engagement finger.
Bartholomew Jepson's house was
situated on what was known as the
Upper Bay road and Libbie Longs
was on the Lower Bay road. Bar
tholomew's was built on sort Of
plateau that shelved off perhaps so
feet into Libbie Longs back yard. In
front OF the Jepson house there ran
the Upper Bay road and the view of
harbor and surrounding hillsides was
beautiful. Libbie's house was very
old and weather-beaten with wide
chimneys and mossy roof. After
they were married Bartholomew and
his bride had planned to sell the
old home and live in the Jep-
son house.
Several weeks passed away and the
glider recovered the use of
his manned ankle and once more they
told stories Of how "Batty" Jepson
was practicing with his gliding ma.
chine. Those who watched said that
hey had seen him make several sue
,essful flights or glides from the
'idgepole Of his barn to the back
looryard of his house.
Some festivity in the village divert.
I'd all attention from Mr.. Jepson's eff.
orts on the most brilliant moonlight
light of the autumn. He had planned |
daring glide. He was going to
tart from the roof of his house and
Tide gently and swiftly through the
fr to the Lower road. There was a
road space between the locust trees
ear Libbie Longs house that would
Omit Of his free passage between
hem.
Bartholomew Jepsons glide was
uccessful in more ways than one. He
1T the roof of his house, headed
traight between the two tall trees,
hen bat flew into his face; he
eered suddenly and then losing con-
'ol of himself plunged solidly down.
ard. crashing through the Widow
ongs frail roof, leaving tearing
ole in the shingles and landing
[umply on a pile of feather beds in
le attic.
When the frightened widow came
ito the attic. candle in hand she
ared at bartholomew Jepson's pale
zee with CONSERVATION mingled with
" in her own.
You see-I-came-back, Libbie,"
niled Bartholomew, for he had miss
Libbie more than he dared ac-
nowledge.
"Oh, you have hurt yourself again
where is it now?" bewailed Libbie
ong, absently permitting the glider
, kiss her plump cheek.
IL expect-it's my heart this time"
rinned Bartholomew with recovered
)irits as he emerged from his feath-
y nest.