The Red Cloud chief., 1913-01-16
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ENEMY NEXT DOOR
What Happened When He Was
Brought to Her Home Near
Deaths Door.
BY SUSANNA GLENN,

Mayne considered disagreeably
cheerful voice.
Good morning." he repeated, loud.
er and more cheerfully. as she contin.
ued pruning her currant bushes In al.
lence.
She lifted her head ten with a dig.
nifty that she meant to be chilling.
and looked him over critically, before
she resumed her pruning
He Is one of those men who new.
er can see through anything" she
sighed In evaporation, knowing that
Mary Lane was enjoying her discom.
future from the back porch adjoining.
The man. she decided, was big with
an all.pervading cheerfulness. and
might have been called good.looking
II lie had not resembled SO much the
rest OF the Daytons!
Il wonder" he was saying to him
self III she can possibly be deaf"
He cam quite close to the dividing
hedge. Wont you let me come over
and do that for you?" he fairly shout
ed, and Miss Matte distinctly heard a
suppressed laugh from the Lane back
porch.
With cheeks entirely scarlet, she ap.
preached the hedge, pruning knife
in hand Seldom had she appeared to
better advantage, and she was not
plain woman at any time.
Il am not deaf" she explained
painstakingly, and In voice too low
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see that ] did not care to speak to
you?"
But why?" he demanded, initiating
her tone as well as his good bass
voice would allow. his admiration
shining openly in his eyes. I'D like
to come over and do that hard work
| for you What is the reason l can
not?"
Because" said Miss Matte slowly.
we are enemies"
"Enemies?' He threw his head
suddenly and laughed so unre.
strainedly that a head appeared at q
nearby window. why. my dear young
lady, how can we be enemies when
we are strangers. II we are to be
neighbors--"
But we are not to be neighbors.'
she interrupted coolly. Il have new.
er neighbored with the Daytons. And
beg Of you to remember 1t, and not
make me ridiculous before everyone
In the street" And she returned to
her pruning without another glance in
his direction.
What Philip Dayton thought Of this
dismissal cannot be recorded. because
he had recently come to the old Day
ton homestead upon inheriting 1t al
the death Of his uncle. and he had
made none of the interested neighbors
his confidant. He settled down with
capable housekeeper. and Miss
Mayne continually heard him spoken
of In the highest terms of approval
all Of which she accepted in silence.
But II takes two to make a bargain
as she presently began to perceive;
she might refuse to be his neighbor
but he certainly had every intention o
being hers.
One morning she found on her bacl
porch basket Of such grapes as grew
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The horrid wretch" she cried. mo-
to give me an opportunity to refuse
them. Now ! shall have to accept. o.
let them spoil And she carried then
In reluctantly.
Another morning, following a moon
light night. she found the apples from
her Spy tree in a neat pile at the foo
of her back steps. Il was out ther,
yesterday wondering how ! should ge
them. and l suppose was seen!
declare. 1t IL getting 50 hardly dar,
walk about my own garden!"
When snow came. which II diS
early. as II in exasperation. nothing
could make him desist from keeping
her paths clear. And Miss Matte at
tackled her morning work furiousl.
to drown the sound of his shovel
keenly conscious Of the peerings an,
titterings along the street.
The Dayton cat. a huge. black crea
ture, seemed to share In the friend
illness of his master and haunted he
, premises persistently. while the Day
ton puppy chewed up her door mat an,
the evening paper.
by spring Miss Matte was actual!
showing signs Of the strain. Their,
was q little pucker Of worry between
her eyes, and she really dreaded th'
season of outdoor living and gardel
making. 1t was shame. for she wa.
ardently fond OF gardening.
Happy that she was free from oh
servation. Miss Mayne dug contented
iy In a warm. early bed close to tn,
sheltering hedge She even indulge,
in little song quite under he
breath. Other contented little sound
present.. mingled with her own and
turning, she saw, coming through
hole In the hedge, the sprightliest O
yellow balls OF fun with sharp. In
quisitive eyes. and busy feet. "Oh
you darlings," cried Miss Matte. an,
the chickens ran and picked familiar
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