Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-01-19
( THB SIEGB or THB SEVEN SUlT0RS !
Z By MEREDITH NICHOLSON. :
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something that she hsd seen herself an
hour ago.
HE spread his arms 70 clasp her there
Just as she vanisled Into cir.
.'And to his bssem. warm and rough.
Brew the SoId reedb CLOSE eneUsh.
81 don't remember the rest" she broke
of. But there! That's pipe fit Tor
any shepherd
She put 1t to her lips and blew. l
melodious-she whistled much better with
out the reeds: but the sight OF her, sit
ting on the fallen tree beside the lake.
beatine time with her foot. her head
thrown back. her eyes half closed In q
mockery Of rapture at the shriil. wheezy
thrilled me with new and wonder
full longfngs. A heart, a spirit like
hers. would never grow old! She was
next Of kin to all the elusive. Fugitive
company Of the elf world. And on such
q pipe as she had strung together beside
that pond, to this day Sicillan shepherd
boys whistle themselves into tune with
Theocrftus!
Take IT. she said: st can't tell you
more than have. and yet II is ell there,
Chmneys. Read the riddle OF the reeds
Il took the pipe ana turned It over
carefully In my hands. but fear my
thoughts were rather Of the hands that
had fashioned it, the fingers that had
danced nimbly upon the stops.
There are seven reeds--seven. she AT
firmed.
She amused herself by skipping pebble:
over the surface OF the water while
pondered. And I celebrated long. for
one did not like to blunder before Heze-
kiah! Then I jumped up and called to
zone, two, three. sour. Ave. six--sevenl
Not until the seventh man offers himself
shah Ceciiia have . husband! Is that
the answer?'
For q moment Hesekiah watched the
widening ripples made by the casting OF
her last pebble: then she came back and
resumed her seat.
you have done well. Chimney Man;
and now I'll not make you guess any
more, though I found it all out for my.
memorandum book to Cecilia I knew II
must have something to do with the sew
enth man. You know I love all Aunt
Octavia's nonsense because It's the kind
Of foolishness like myself, and the idea
Of a pretty little notebook to write down
thing that would have occurred to my
aunt. And 1t was in the bargain. too,
that she herself should not In any way
interfere. or try to in1uence the course
Of events-it should be the seventh sutton.
willy-nilly. And I suspect she's been
"She has, indeed! She was almost
ready to throw the whole scheme over
last night. Your naughtiness had got on
her nerves."
"You missed the target that time-Aunt
Octavia loves my naughtiness. and think
she has really been afraid Sir Pumpkin
Virgins would catch me. Now didn't
roam my aunt's house just for fun.
was doing my best to keep Cecilia from
getting into some scrape about that sew
enth-suitor plan. found out by chance
how to get into Hopefeid, and about the
hidden stairway and the old rooms tucked
away there. Papa really discovered that
A carpenter in Katonah who worked or
the house helped to build papa's bunga.
low, and he told us how that ruin came
to be there. That dyspepsia-cure man.
who also immortalixed himself by invent.
ing the ribless umbrella, was very super
stitious. He believed that II he built ar
entirely new house he would die. 30 h
had his architect build around and re
tain those two rooms and that stairway
of . house that had been on the ground
almost since the revolution. Mr.. Pep
perton, the architect, humored him. but
hid the remains OF the relic as Tar out Of
sight as possible"
thrust Pep for that! And he did II
neatly!
ITO be continued tomorrow.)