Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-13
Continued from Yesterday

He went to his trunk and fished
out a soft shirt on which he knotted
loose tie, exchanged his Panama Tor
q SLOUGH hat, and whistling the bar
carole from Tales of Hoffman,"
went gaily on. Il feel tremendously
alive today" he confided to the dog,
as he tramped through the lush
| grass. If you see me ladle the
| muck out of that fountain with my
own fair hands, don't have fit. I'm
| liable to do anything"
His eye swept up and down the
slope. There isn't probably a finer
site for a house in the whole South
he told himself The living-rooms
front south and west. Well get
scrumptuous sunsets from that back
porch. And on the other side there's
clear view to the Blue Ridge. And
as for this garden no landscape ar
fist need apply. The outlines are all
here; it needs only to be put back.
Well first rake out the rubbish, chop
down that underbrush and trim the
box The shrubs only want pruning.
Then Wen mend the pool and set the
fountain going and put in some gold
fish. Flower seeds and bulbs are
cheap enough, | fancy. just think
of a bed of black and gold pansies
running down to the lakei And on
the other side a wilderness garden.
I've seen pictures of them in the IL
Illustrated weeklies. Those rotten
posts under that snarl of vines were
a pergola. Any old carpenter can
rebuild that-I can draw the plans
myself
He skirted the lake. "Only to
grub out some of the lilies-there's
too many of them-and straighten
the rinl-and weed the pebble mar
gin to give those green rocks a
show. I'll build little wharf below
them to dive from, and-yes, III
stock it with spotted trout. Not just
| to yank out with barbed hook, but
to make it inhabited. How we'll a
couple of swans would look preening
in the shade out there The roofs
gone from that oval summer house,
but it's no trick to put another on"
He penetrated farther into the
tangle and came out into partially
cleared space shaded with great
trees, where the grass was matted
with clover into thick rug
sprinkled with designs worked in
bluebells and field daisies with here
and there Haunting poppy like a
scarlet medallion. He was but a few
hundred yards from the house. yet
the silence was so deep that there
| Iil6HL DdNt DttH no 0dDiIdtlOI W1Il-
in fifty miles. All at once he stopped
short; there was sudden movement
| in the thicket beyond-the sound of
| light, fast footballs, as of some one
running away.
He made a lunge for the dog, but
with a growl Chum tore himself from
| the restraining grasp and dashed
| into the bushes. "a child, no doubt, -
he thought as he plunged into the
| bushes, land that lubberly brute
will scare it half to death!'
He pulled up with an exclamation.
| In a narrow wood-path a little way
from him, partly hidden by a wind-fall.
| stood a girl, her skirt transfixed with
| wickedly tagged sapling. He
saw instantly how it had happened !;
| the windfall' had blocked the way.
and she had sprung clean over Il. not
noting the screened spear, which now
| held her as effectually as any rail-
road spike. She was struggling with
silent, helpless fury to release her
self, wrenching viciously at the Of
| Tending stuff, which seemed ridicu-
lousy stout, and disregarding utter
ly the bulldog, frisking madly about
| her feet with sharp, joyous banks.
In another moment Valiant had
reached her and met her face, flushed,
half defiant, her eyes blue CLEAN of
| smoldering anger as she despera tely.
almost savagely, thrust wild tendrlls
Of fame-colored hair beneath the
broad curved brim of her straw hat.
AT her feet lay a great armful of
cape jessamines.
A little thrill. light and warm and
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