Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-09-09

'IA|tN ltiN NitNN tHHl AlttAht .'"D i'"'
. paragraph from the letter and looked
once mere at the smartly dressed
mctorl5t who vas swinging enjoy.
ably In her SWIM
Don't expect Harry to take any
notice Of you" read the paragraph;
nc Ia the rudest thing where girls
ire concerned. but II you were a
3taJordshire bowl or two-eared
ug or an old clock, why he would
ust fall down and worship you.
"Huml" breathed the little girl as
ihe put the letter away and went
Town cellar after the root beer
when she approached Harry across
he lawn he stopped the swing and
ooked at her with widening eyes of
appreciation. What he saw was a
small girl in blue Bingham, hatless,
with black hair parted In the middle
and softly framing an exquisitely
.inted face. For the moment, Harry
lid not notice that the little girl car
ried an old Sheffield tray on which
was a bottle of homemade root beer
misty with the cellar GOODNESS; a
small glass of crystal clearness and
Lafayette platter on which were
some crisp ginger cookies.
He could not take HIS eyes from the
girls face. Girls had never looked
Ike that before-no girl he had ever
seen had been so beautiful. He
stopped under the reproachful glance
she cast at him and he took the tray
md set it down on the rustic table
built against the tree.
you are very kind-the tray is too
heavy for you to carry" he said.
Here is your swing-shall l take
he chair?"
AS you like. sir, shall sit on the
yrass," she said demurely as she did
so.
Delorme looked at her with a puz-
lied frown. How old are you, little
girl?" he asked bluntly.
She flushed again and hesitated.
I'd rather not tell. sir" she said at
asst. plating the end of her hair rib
BON with little sun-browned fingers.
well, | can guess" ventured De
orme seriously; you can't be more
han thirteen-well, I'll wait six
years." he added in a musing tone,
itaring away at the distant noun
aims.
She looked up startled. what do
you mean, sir?" she asked in dis
pleased tone.
81 beg your pardon" he said sin
,erely, 81 was thinking out loud-a
bad habit of mine. have seen some
hing that have looked for all my
life and l find that l must wait six
years before l venture to try to pos
cess it. Now, let us talk about dolls
while l taste your root beer"
Are you fond Of dolls? asked the
maiden demurely.
Before Delorme could answer this
question a carriage drove swiftly into
the yard and paused beside the apple
tree.
In the carriage sat a white-haired
old lady who looked pleasantly at De-
lorme while she called to the little
girl:
Claudia Morey! How many times
have l told you that If you put on
that little girl dress of yours you
would surely be caught unawaresl"
Il know it, grandma" said Claudia
demurely, "but it does make me feel
like old times to come down here and
visit you and pretend that I'm a lit.
lie girl again. By the way. grandma,
let me present Mr. Delorme, Elias
know Ella wrote us he
was prowling around for treasures
md might drop in here any time"
Delorme talked awhile with Mrs.
Bruce who drove on to the house aft
sr obtaining his willing promise to
remain a few days. When the car
rage had disappeared around the
corner toward the barn, Delorme
ruined to look at Claudia.
That young lady was standing by
he tray rather nervously uncorking
he root beer bottle. AS she poured
some Of the foaming brown liquid into
he crystal tumbler the neck of the
bottle struck the glass and there
sounded a deep, musical bell note.
That's my greatgrandfather's tod
iy glass-pure rock crystal" she said
hastily. tits a real treasure"
Harry Delorme had no eyes for the
-oddy glass though yesterday he
might have coveted II.
There was only one thing he want
I'd to look at and that was her lovely
lace. charming in its swift changes
from mischievous delight to girlish
occurrences. But her eyes could not
meet his though somehow she knew
hat the sun was shining on his rud-
iy brown hair-so like Ella Delorme's
only growing stifiiy short
And this is a Lafayette platter"
she said hastily for the silence was
becoming ominous. "And you will be
delighted to learn that we have an
apostle pitcher and"
Never mind all that. Miss Claudia"
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