Charlevoix county herald., 1911-01-07
CHAPTER xxVll.-Continued.

CrAP Elk NNVil.-Continued.
mad when the endless meal was
over. and yards OF white wells had
been tied over pounds of hair-or is
1T, too. bought by the yard?-and
lsor1e eight ensembles with their alb
iject compliments had been packed
Into three automobiles and trap, 1
ldrGw long breath and faced about
I bad just then only one object in life
to find Alison, to assure her of my
sabsolute faith and confidence in her.
land TO offer my help and my poor
Itself, If she would let me, in her
service.
She was not easy to find. l searched
the lower floor, the veranda and the
jgrounds. circumspectly. Then l ran
into little English girl who turned
out to be her maid and who also was
searching. She was concerned be-
icause her mistress had ne dinner, and
because the tray of food she carried
would soon be cold | took the tray
ifrom her, on the glimpse of something
white on the shore, and that was how
Il met tho girl again.
She was sitting on an overturned
Goat, her chin in her hands, staring
r. e-t~sa~sSaas The --saft tide of the bay
capped almost at her feet, and the
tdrapcries of her white gown melted
ahazily into the sands. She looked like
IN wrath, Respondent phantom of
the sea, although the adjective is re-
abundant. Nobody ever thinks of a
,cheerful phantom. Strangely enough,
considering her evident sadness, she
was whistling softly to herself, over
and over. some dreary little minor air
that sounded like a Bohemian dirge.
She glanced up quickly when | made
a. nisStep and my dishes jingled. All
considered, the tray was out of the
picture: the sea, the misty starlight,
che girl. with her beauty-even the
sad little whistle that stopped now
and then to go bravely on again, as
though it fought against the odds Of
a trembling lip. And then | came,
accompanied by a tray Of little silver
dishes. that jingled and an unmistak-
able oflor of broiled chicken!
OH she said quickly and then.
~0h. ithought you were Jenkins"
"'Timeo Donaos-what's the rest of
<t?" asked. rendering my offering.
S'Yoa didn't have any. dinner. you
!snow." sat down beside her. "See,
I'LL DC tue table. What was the old
fairy tale? Little goat bleat; little
table appear!' I'm perfectly willing
TO nc tue goat, too"
ASbn IanUhiuO poihnr tror,nu-
iou3ly.
I'VE mover do meet like other peO-
plc, 40 we?" she asked. I'VE really
ought 60 shake hands and say how
are Eou.'
u don't want TO meet you like other
people. and 1 suppose you always
think of me as wearing the other fell
lows c1Sthes," / returned meekly.
''iIa doing it again; | don't seem to
DC able to help it. These are Grang-
er's that l have on now"
she threw back her head and
laughed again, ioyously, this time.
Oh. it's so ridiculous" she said,
land you have never seen me when /
>was not eating! It's too prosaicl"
Which reminds me that the chick
epds getting cold, and the ice warm"
4 suggested. "At the time, thought
there could be no place better than
tho farmhouse htchen-but this is.
x ordered all this for something /
want to say to you-the sea, the
sand, the stars"
How alliterative you are!" she
}said. trying to be flippant You are
not 10 say anything until have had
my supper. Look how the things are
spilled ar0ardi"
g;ut she ate nothing, after all, and
pretty soon I put the tray down in
the. sand said little: there was no
s,uTiF. We were together. and time
. meant nothing against that agelong
wash of the sea. The air blew her
Nair ia small damp curls against her
, face, and little by little the tide re-
4 treated, leaving our boat an oasis in
a waste of gray sand
2 eff seven maids with seven mops
swept 1t for half year
DO you suppose. the walrus said, that
they could get ii clear
!; she thrcB at me once when she
Unjust have known | was going to-
,GpeaK. held her hand, and as long