Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-03-27

Miss Wing stifled a sigh; 1t may be
that she was not so sure Of the firm
purpose Of lover; she spoke more
gently: 1T is only the disappoint.
ment, then, II you can't see him?"
The girls face quivered little.
perhaps l am foolish" said Miss
Wing, but think it would be dis
appointment very hard to bear. Still,
you must admit that parents DO not
send their children to school expecting
them to become engaged to be mar
ried; on the contrary, there is a tacit
pledge that We shall protect our wards
from any ENHANCEMENT. But this did
not happen at school; the only ques-
ton is, ought to prevent 1t going any
farther? My dear, do you have conf.
dence in me?"
Eyes, Miss Wing" said the girl.
"Of course, do not think that !
ought to consent to your driving alone
together"
The girl drew long sigh. II sup
pose not" she breathed. in dismal
resignation.
But should like him to come
here, to see me; and then, II | find
him to be what your father would ap
prove, you may see him here; and we
shall all have to explain things tos
gether, | fancy, to your father"
The girl drew another, very diff
ferent, sigh, and impusively kissed
Miss Wings hand. She tried to speak,
and could only murmur, "Oh, do love
you!"
And 80, If you will tell Graf Won
Butler-what Is his Christian name.
Florence?"
Max" said the girl, very low, for
she felt the presence OF the picture.
on which she had not once turned her
eyes.
Miss Wing stood in the center OF
the room, smiling, until the door
closed But then in second she was
at the door. almost fiercely, but noise
lessly, twisting the key in the lock.
From the door she passed to the win
dows and dropped the shades. At
last, safe from every chance Of espial,
she sat down again in her chair be-
fore the desk, leaned her elbows on
the desk, and looked desperately. mis-
erably, into the joyous face Of the pic.
ture She did not speak, but her
thoughts took on words and sank like
hot lead into her heart. Max But
ler! Max Butleri The little nephew
he told me about And he has been
alive all these years; and happy; with
little sons. while II have lied to
these trusting girls. 1t was wicked
and shameless. l deceived myself;
then | deceived them. l wonder why.
knew what they were thinking. How
dared | look that honest child In the
face! / suppose she wonders like the
rest why have not toit anyone Of my
romance. And 1t Is simply that there
was nothing to tell. Nothing" She
looked into the soldiers happy eyes
while her lips curled and she mur'
INJURED, drearily and bitterly. 81 haven't
even the right to be angry with you,
poor lad What did you do? You are
not my Max; only made him up out
of my heart-like children playing a
camel" Her mind drifted dizzily
through shapeless and inconsequent
visions of the past. She was seeing
again the grim pile Of the ruined cas-
tie, the masses of broken shadow, the
intricate carving on arch and archi
trave and plinth, the wavering mass
OF limbs and tree-trunRs on the green
sward; and she, with her twisted
ankle, was kneeling, trying to peer
through the shrubbery for her lost
companions. Did he come by chance!
She had seen the handsome young Of
fcer daily, for week. His great
aunt was Margaret's right-hand neigh
Dor at the pension table d'hote,
withered relic OF Polish nobility with
fine, black eyes in face like hick.
ory nut; who wore shabby gowns and
magnificent jewels, frankly smoked
cigarettes, and seemed to have
yenomous tale ready to fit any name
mentioned in conversation-with one
exception, her nephew's. Margar
garet's first sight Of him was not un
1t happened that the countess feroci'
Gus pet (and the terror Of the pen
sion), q Great Dane, was trying to eat
up a little girl, but fortunately had
begun with her petticoats. The court
of the house was the scene Of the
fray; large, timid cook, the only wit
ness, was waving copper kettle full
OF .he meringue that she was beating,
in one hand, and the great wire whip
In the other, while she shrieked I'm
partially on heaven and the police.
Margaret heard the din. She ran to
the spot. Being New England wom'
an, she didn't scream; one swift
glance went from the childs writhins
body and the dogs horrible head to
the wailing cook. In two strides she
caught the kettle out of fat and agi
tated German hand and hurled the
whole sticky, white mass full at the
dogs eyes; then, as the blinded and
astounded beast flung his head back to
howl, and spattered the world with
meringue, she snatched up the child
and sent her flying into the door and
the cook The dog was smeared with
meringue, she was smeared, the child
was smeared, the cook was smeared;
and now a beautiful white and gold
OlllCeT, WIZ UOuuucu oNSi lhC " "oiA oAAN
fell upon the dog with his saber and
two heels, was smeared the most Law
ishly Of all! No wonder Frau Muller
Visible aloft, I'm dn artless German
toilet of ease and without her teeth,
the countess (who was a gazing stock.
for the same reason), and Augustine,
her maid, the three Russians on the
second floor and the three Americans
on the third, filled the windows with
poIyoIot copstarnationl The conse-