Norwich bulletin., 1913-11-22
PUMPKIN MOONsHlNRS
Written Specially for The Balissin,

In enc sense the Mighty Jolly Bezen We would never think of emitting cur Ha1ieweien parade, and evefy after noon for a week we had been meeting in our barn to make Jack-olanterns.
 Where shall we go this year ?' ask 1 ed Tenn Parsons; as he sat nursing a wounded thumb Same as usual" Jack said. "fd like to go down to Lucille 1" suggested Josephine.
 Would you daFe?" I asked Although Lucille Wentworth is fear fully stiff and prim I wasn't afraid of her. but I did stand in awe of her grandmother.
 'Dare7 or coursel responded Jo. "She won't bite. will she7 I really don't think she would mind. We shan't hurt her lawn. I'd like to give Lucille an illumination
 T hear Brad Torrance goes there two or three times week, said Roy, who had just come in. Tt seems to be a desperate love affair"
 Nonsense, it can't be- I said. They are no older than we are"
 Brad Torrance is twenty if he's day. Tom put in, and surely Lucille is older than you girls"
 "She acts as if she was forty" was Roy's comment.
 V When she first came to live with heF grandmother we tried to be friendly but she was so stiff and priggish we never got very far
 But how do you know about Brad ford, Tom ?' asked Jo-Jo
 Heard him tell MT. Kenyon when he entered school that he was nineteen, but had been out of school a lot"
 'So stupid he couldn't get through any sooner" said Jo. throwing down a candle end in disgust. He needs a candle stuck in his head to light him up. Little simpleton.'
 They play duets together" went on Roy Piano and violin"
 "Ragtime?" Jo inquired.
 No Lucille wouldn't think it was quite right "-rnimicked Roy. "She plays the Moonlight Sonata with the lights turned off. l heard them, last full moon"
 Sentimental" Jack grunted. T al- ways thought they acted luny. Is this his night?"
 q think so" replied Roy, who lives near the Wentwo worths Well, so long. We'll be here at seven o'clock, Bab'
 We went around town first and it was nearly nine o'clock when we turn ed down the street leading to LuciIle's. It is a dismal neighborhood. I really should dread going down there alone after dark There is only one light
 
 thick
 Then too, the Wentworth place is big old house, set away back from the street and reached by long drive bordered with shrubIbery. There are big clumps of pine trees around it, and by daylight it looks solemn enough, but at night 1t is positively creepy. The way the wind howls around the corners and walls in those great trees is enough to make ones blood run cold
 I must confess I had shivers down my spine. but I said never 8 word while we were going up the drive. There appeared to be no lights about the house; still, it takes good deal to show up from any distance
 T shouldn't think Lucille would want to live in this tomb I remarked.
 She thinks it is stately and dig nified," said Amy.
 Its just a bully place for burglars, Jack observed, laughing 'abut where shall we go? I don't hear them play ing"
 T think they are in the little back parlor," Jo-Jo replied. T see light that must be there. Let's go around to the. bay window
 We stole quietly over to the window. The shades were up and we could see Madam Wentworth, Lucille's grand mother, dozing by the fire. Lucille sat over by the table, prim as ever, and Bradford was OppoS1te, reddlng Aiouu from an Atlantic Monthly. l recog- nized the cover.
 Then Lucille looked up and saw our at the window. Now it couldn't be that she didn't know what they were. and probably she wasn't ex- pecting us to visit them that evening, but from the look on her face you would have thought she had seen ghost. We pulled them down and put them up again. She got up. and Brad sprang out of his chair in alarm.
 What is it?' I heard him cry. What frightened you?"
 He had hopped over to her side and