Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1911-09-13
Miss Morgan's
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down the street, which at this hour
was deserted, and moved slowly on.
1t seemed impossible that girl of
such refinement could be deliberately
beckoning to him, total stranger,
yet once more before he moved on
the gesture had been repeated. Then
someone had come and led the girl
away from the window.
He detested such things and he
strove to put her from his mind, yet
his dreams we're all about girl with
great masses of golden hair piled
upon her shapely head Her features
bore every indication Of gentle breed
ing and, constantly in his dreams, she
beckoned to him.
1t was the same the next day. AS
| he came from his Office the girl was
standing in the sunshine at the win
dow and again the reckoning gesture
was repeated, while a merry smile
displayed the full red lips and fash
ing teeth.
He went up the street with curl
Gus sense Of disappointment. He felt
an interest in the girl that he could
not explain and still less susceptible
of explanation was the fact that he
could feel an interest in any woman
who would flirt with stranger in the
street
He was genuinely glad when one
morning the face did not show at the
window and the front stoop was
boarded up. He told himself that now
he could give his entire attention to
his business again, but he soon found
out his error, for sleeping or waking
he thought only of the girl who beck
oned In the end he was forced to
confess to himself that he was in love
with the girl.
1t preyed upon him until at last a
vacation became imperative and,
turning his patients over to another
practitioner, Casscells went to the
mountains
He arrived shortly before supper
time and as he passed down the
broad corridor toward his room, he
came to an abrupt halt, while beads
of perspiration stood out upon his
brow.
Directly before him was the girl
who had beckoned and not until she
came close and Casscells could see
that she was actual flesh and blood
did his fears subside. He had thought
for one horrible instant that she was
an apparition conjured up by his dis
eased brain.
He met her after supper and as
she gave her slim, cool hand into his
fevered grasp, he breathed a prayer
of thankfulness that he at last knew
her.
Are you the Dr. Casscells of Cor
DOM" she asked. He bowed his af
firmative and she went on. Il re
member a sign across the street from
us. I live in Gordon, too. We moved
there just before we came to thu
Mountains
Il think I have seen you" he said
staggered for an instant by he
frankness. Could she be trying t.
recall to his memory her frantic Ell
forts to attract his attention?
Il think l have seen you once o
twice." she said carelessly; ''yo
must be more neighborly when we re
turn"
Grace Morgan turned her attention
to one of the other men who forme
her little court and presently Cass
cells slipped away to ponder over tn
meeting.
If she had beckoned to him, he
tO bayjn0 c~Qr was f
I recall the fact, yet even now he coul
not bring himself to believe that h
e was right in his deductions. For tw
weeks he puzzled over the situation
while he devoted himself to Miss Mo-
|, gan. \
He made rapid Roadway in gainin
her affections and though he was nc
vain man, he felt that he had onl
to speak Yet again his dislike of
common Irritation deferred him.
1t was near the end of his stay tha
the situation cleared. He had bee
down to. the postoff1ce in the ligh
drizzle that kept most of the guest
indoors, and as he came across tn
wet grass he discerned Miss Morga
standing at one of the dining roor
windows and she was making tn
same gesture that had first attracte
his attention.
AS she caught his eye, she three
up the window and called out an il
vitation to enter. Divested of hi
wet things he sought the dining room
, Grace was still making that beckol
J. ing gesture, but as he entered sh
: gave a little cry of triumph
Is 1--WE got him. she called excited!
# please, doctor, will you raise tn
p cover of that box, So"
e She dropped the imprisoned fly int
II the tiny cage and watched a cham'
E. leon as it seized upon the insect.
lie I'm getting to be quite an expel
1t fly catcher she said as she turne
E. back to the window to resume he
l. hunt. 'T got this little fellow whe