The Holbrook news., 1911-12-08

corner cooked an Inquisitive eye at his mistress.
 T can't give up the gliding ma chine," said Bartholomew with unex- pected spirit in one usually so meek, and during an ominous silence he hobbled across the room, retrieved his hat and overcoat, managed to get into one and balance the other on his head.
 T wish you good day, Libbie," he said quietly, and went away.
 "FoolI" shrieked the parrot angri- ly.
 Keep still. Pollyl" chided Libbie Long. "I know I'm a fool, but, oh, dear. thought he would be easier to manage!"
 "o-o-o-oh! Lawks!" shri@ked the bird disgustedly and turned his back on his Respondent mistress.
 T don't suppose he will ever come back" unused Libbie Long, as she sat there alone "The way he spoke when 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 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 centipede instead of biped.
 4b1s- 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 mur- mured to herself every time she looked at 1t, 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 a sort of plateau that shelved of perhaps 50 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 a messy roof. After they were married Bartholomew and hi1 bride had planned to sell the widows old home and live in the Jep- son house.
 Several weeks passed away and the amateur glider recovered the use of his maimed ankle and once more they told stories of how "Batty" Jepson was practicing with his gliding ma chine Those who watched said that they had seen him make several sue cessful flights or glides from the ridgepole of his barn to the back dooryard of his house.
 Some festivity in the village divert ed all attention from MT. Jepson's eff forts on the most brilliant moonlight night of the autumn. He had planned a daring glide. He was going to start from the roof of his house and glide gently and swiftly through the air to the Lower road. There was a near Libbie Longs house that would admit of his free passage between them.
 Bartholomew Jepson's glide was successful in more ways than one. He left the roof of his house, headed between the two tall trees, when a bat flew into his face; he veered suddenly and then losing con- trol of himself plunged soIidly down ward, crashing through the Widow Longs frail roof, leaving a tearing hole in the shingles and landing plumply on a pile of feather beds in the attic.
 When the frightened widow came into the attic, candle in hand, she stared at Bartholomew Jepson's pale face with consternation mingled with joy in her own.
 You see-I-came-back Libbie." smiled Bartholomew. for he had miss ed Libbie more than he dared ac- vnowledge.
 "Oh, you have hurt yourself again where is 1t now?" bewailed Libbie Long, absently permitting the glider to kiss her plump cheek
 q expect-it's my heart this time" grinned Bartholomew with recovered spirits as he emerged from his feath- cry nest.