The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-04-24

packet into port Safely through log anu
storm. Ellery finds Keziah writing a let
ter to some one,s nclosfng money, In re-
Spouse to demand. She curlously
startled when Informed of the arrival or
Nat. Nat calls on Keziah, and 1t devei-
ops that they have been sloVers since
youth. Daniels demonstrates with Ellery
for attending "Come-outer" injecting. FL
lery is caught by the tide and Is rescued
by Nat. They become friends: Ellery
meets Grace while walking in the fields,
and learns that she walks there every
Sunday.
CHAPTER VIII.-(Continued.) -
Want it fine ?" he whispered. Talk
about your miracles! Godfreys
mighty! Say, Mr.. Ellery, don't you
ever tell a soul how it really was, will
your"
mo, of course not"
mo, know you won't. You won't
tell son me and l won't tell on you.
That's trade, hey?"
The minister stopped in the middle
of his step.
WHAT" he said turning.
Mr. Pepper merely smiled, winked,
and shut the door. John Ellery refect-
ed much during his homeward walk.
The summer in Trumet drowsed on,
as Trumet summers did in those days,
when there were no boarders from the
city, no automobiles or telephones or
antique" collectors. The Sunday din
0ers with the Daniels family were al
most regular weekly functions now.
He lodged them when he could, but
he could not do so often without tell
ing an absolute lie, and this he would
not do And, regularly, when. the sol
emn meal was eaten. Captain Elkanah
went upstairs for his nap and the Rev
erend John was left alone with Anna
bel Miss Daniels did her best to be
entertaining, was, in fact, embarrass-
fngly confidential and cordial. 1t was
hard work to get away, and yet, some
how or other, at the stroke Of four,
the minister always said Sood-by and
took hts departure.
What is your hurry, Mr.. Ellery?"
Begged Annabel ON one occasion when
the reading OF Moore's poems had
beensAhterrupted in the middle by the
guests sudden rising and reaching for
his hat. Il don't see why you always
go soAearly. It's so every time you're
heres,ADo you call at any other house
an Sunday afternoons?"
No" was the prompt reply. ooh,
no." %
Mrs. Rogers said she saws sy,gsI lgoA
ing across the fields after you left
here last Sunday. Did you go for a
waIgsSa
Er-er-yes, did"
Il wish you had mentioned it. love
to walk, and there are so few people
that l find congeliiaf company Are
you going for walk now?"
Why, no-er-not exactly"
IEm sorry. Good.by Will you come
again next Sunday? Of course you
witt You know howdread fully gdiSaEs
pointed We =shall be ifFyoG don'ft.s
Thank YOU, Miss Daniels. + enjoyed
the dinner very much. Good after
noon"
He hurried down the path. Annubef
watched him go. Then she did an odd
thiAg. She passed through the sit
TIM 4 room, entered AThe front half went
up the stairs, tiptoed by the door Of
heEafather's room, and thensA SnDths
er Eight to the attic. From here a
steep. setAof,a stepswledy tassthez eaaaolas
or the roof. In that cupola was a
spyglass.
Annabel operfed window a sffews n
inches, took the spyglass FROM. its
rack. adjusted it, laid it enstRe sin
of the open window and knelt, the
glass at.,hera eyes.a,s.Tl he-afo zofsIhe
cupoIa was Very dusty ard sfi& Was
wearing her newest and best gown,
butsshe did not seem to Sminds 80
Tk-ough the glass she saw the long
SLOPE of. Cannon Hill, with the beacon.
at the top and Captain Mayo's house
neat. it. The main road wassdeserted
save: for one figure, that OF her hate
caller. He was mounting ties hill in
long strides. ~A.f
Size watched him gain the crest and
pass over it out of sight. Then she
shitted the glass so that it~bointeal
toward the spot Beyond the scurvs Of
thefhill, where the top of a thick,
group Of silver-leafs hid the parsonage
Above the tree tops glistened the
white steeple of the Regular church.
II the minister went straight home she
could see him. But. under those silver
leafs was thesabegi6aing OF the fshort'
cut across the fields where Didama
hadTsseen Mr.. Ellery walking on the
preYious Sundays ssT ArfF7F gFa 81
Slowly she moved the big end of the
Ispyglass back along the arc 1t had
Travelled. She found speck and
watched it. 1t was a man, striding
across the meadow land, half mile
beyond theus parsonage, and hurrying
IN .4he direction fof the beach She
sawghim climb high dune, jump
ferfe@, cross another field and finally
vanish in the grove of pines on the
edge Of the bluff by the shore.
The man was John Ellery. the min
isteE Evidently, he had not gone
home, nor had he taken the short
cut. Instead he had walked down
towHga long way. and then turned.in to
cross the field ard work his way
bacK a. 9
Annabel put down the glass and
needless of her fathers call, sat think
Ing. The minister had deliberately de-
ksGiNHA kAr 1Enra a.. HEN