Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-08

CereSt1ng items OF news, mis- pen making nOC
half SO many curls and twists as did his
small red tongue. As he wrote, he frowned
terrifcally, and sighed oft betwixt whites;
and Bellew, watching where he stood out
side the window, noticed that Anthea
frowned also as she bent over her accounts,
and sighed YEARLY more than once.
1t was after a sigh rather more hopeless
than usual that, CHANGING to raise her eyes
they encountered those of the watcher out
side, who, seeing himself discovered, smiled
and came to lean in at the open window.
wont they balance?" he inquired, with
nod toward the heap of bills and papers
before her.
ooh, yes" she answered with rueful
little smile; "but on the wrong side-if you
know what mean
al know" he nodded, watching how her
lashes curled against her cheek
If only we had done better with our first
crop of wheat" she sighed.
"Job Jagway said it was moldy, you
know. That's why Adam punched him in
the"
4Georgy, go on with your work, SIR
"YeS Aunty," and Immediately Small
Porges' pen began to scratch, and his tongue
to writhe and twist as before.
I'm building all my hopes this year on
the hops" said Anthea, sinking her head
upon her hand. "If they should fail"
"Well,' inquired Bellew, with his gaze
upon the soft curve of her throat.
"I-daren't think of it,"
"Then don't: let us talk of something
else"
Eyes, of Aunt Priscilla" nodded Anthea:
"she is in the garden
"And pray who is Aunt Priscilla?'
"Go and meet her"
But"
"Go and find her-in the orchard!" re-
piled Anthea. ooh, do go, and leave us"
THUS it was that, turning obediently into
the orchard, and looking about, Bellew
presently espied a little bright eyed old
lady who sat beneath the shadow of King
Arthur, with a rustic table beside her upon
which stood basket of sewing Now, as he
went. he CHANGED to spy ball of worsted
therefore he picked it up while she watched
him with her quick, bright eyes.
"Cood morning, Mr.. Bellew," she said in
response to his salutation. at was nice of
you to trouble to pick up an old woman's
ball of worsted." AS she spoke, she rose
and dropped him curtSy, and then, as he
looked at her again, he saw that, despite her
words and despite her white hair she was
much younger and prett1er than he had
thought.
a am Miss Antheas housekeeper," she
went on. al was away when you arrived,
looking after one of Miss Anthea's old la
dies Pray be seated. Miss Anthea-bless
her dear heart!-calls me her aunt; but I'm
not really-oh, dear, no! I'm no relation
at all; but I've lived with her long enough
to feel as if were her aunt and her uncle
and her father and her mother all rolled into
one-though should be rather small to be
so many, shouldn't II" and she laughed so
gaily and unaffectedly that Bellew laughed
too.
al tell you all this, she went on, keeping.
pace to her flying needle, because l have
taken fancy to you-on the spot always
like or disdain person on the spot-frst
impressions, you know Y-e-e-s" she con
tinued, glancing up at him sidewise, II like
you just as much as dislike Mr.. Cassilis.
Heigho! how l do detest that man! There
now, that's off my mind!"
"And why?" inquired Bellew, smiling.
"Dear me, Mr.. Bellew! how should l
know? Only l do; and, what's more he
knows it too! And how she inquired
changing the subject abruptly, show is your
bed, comfortable"