The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1911-11-04
BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS.
Copyright. 1911. by Associated Liter
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You ar trespassing on my prop
erty.~ came voice from the moon
light.
Blair 'serutsnized the clubp of
bushes. He had supposed the white
thing fitting about there to be slim
beam from the moon.
But the gardeners never come
down here and uncle Is away, SO 1t Is
all right The voice was nearer to
Blair than before.
He shaded his eyes and looked more
closely. A low ripple OF laughter ae-
conpanied his search.
Here l am" She had parted the
bushes and still Blair felt that "a
wedge Of moonbea1n had squeezed
down through the trees lie started
at her with his hand shading his eyes.
Il can't see whether or not like
your eyes" she said half petulantly.
Blair obediently dropped his hand
and turned toward ths light that
came from the small door OF his cara
van The dreaIner's whimsical smile
Of his lips
Molly looked at him with grave
eyes for a moment. What are you
doing here2" she asked. edging nearer
to him.
Looking Tor fairics-like you" he
said in the tone OF one speaking to d
child.
Il am eighteen" She resented his
tone. And then what do you do?"
Il weave them into fairy tales"
i suppose that means you are
writer and that your name is In all
the big Magazines
About that" he smiled
Couldn't / just have one peep into
your caravan" she asked. 1T LOOKS
so coy
1T Is coy" He was amused at
her quaint curiosity. Il will have
to lift you up on to the step"
isn't it darling" She turned to-
! ward him. 4 didn't know gypsies
had such exquisite"
But / am not a gypsy put In
Blair. and in the darkness strange
bitterness crept into his eyes. III I
were you / would shut that door
! with you inside and lash up my
| ponies'
----a e.s.e wouldn't that De foveiy.% she
clapped her hands joyously. But
| poor uncle would never get over it.
| He has managed to survive other
| losses. Again that panied bitter
ness swept into the vagabond's eyes
| You know he Is not really my
uncle" She had not noticed his re-
mark. II have lived here only five
! years. I'm adopted and Uncle Gray
! is going to give ma all his money"
she confded natvely
| so / understand" Blair said
You have heard OF me- Mo1iyss
/ eyes opened wide
II have heard OF the protege OF
| John Gray--yes. But had not known
| she was so--grown up he finished
'iamely,
TY.V -
j deep into her eyes,
! She returned the look wondering
| ~.
| ooh, OH feel such a funny little
! thrill inside-here." She elasped both
! hands over her breast and stood gaz-
I ing at him.
Blair turned swiftly away from the
| innocent awakening In her eyes.
/ Perhaps YOU had better come down
| from my caravan" His own voice
1 was a trifla husky. ''Or / Will be
off with you
| But don't want to come down. !
+, feel happy want to sing--and
4 danee--and-" She broke off abrupt
/ ~ and that wondering look swept
| Blair's own.
Blair was silent FOR n moment
| while he struggled against the tu-
multi OF his heart. This witch ha-d
| breathed on hidden chords: he felt
| strangely unaccountable for his ac-
! tons, his words.
/ "You are tired he said finally.
land little girls should be In bed at
| this time OF night. Comet"
But Molly Ashwel stood still and
! looked down at the arms extended to
| lift her from the step, then her eyes
| travelled up to the face on which the
| light shone full,
| ''Do you know" she stated. that
| you look very much like Uncle Grayf"
| Blair turned swiftly from the glare
| Of the lamp. Gomez no anid, and
| his voice held note OF command.
With q little hurt look In her eyes
Molly put out her hands. For =
breathing spell the universe seemed