Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1913-01-25
CHAPTER vIII.-(contlnued.)

CHAPTER VIII.-(Continued-)
Want it f1ne?" he whispered Talk
about your miraclesl Godfreys
mighty! Say, Mr. Ellery, don't you
ever tell soul how it really was, will
your"
mo, of course not"
mo. know you won't. You won't
tell on me and 1 won't tell on you.
That's a 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 reflect
ed much during his homeward walk
The summer in Trumet drowsed on.
as Trumet summers did in those days,
when there were no bozrders from the
city, no automobiles or telephones or
antique" collectors. The Sunday din
ners 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-
ingly 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 good-by and
took his departure.
What is your hurry, Mr.. Ellery?"
begged Annabel on one occasion when
the reading of Moore's poems had
been interrupted in the middle by the
guests sudden rising and reaching for
his hat Il don't see why you always
go so early It's so every time you're
here. Do you call at any other house
on Sunday afternoons2"
NO" was the prompt reply "Oh
no."
Mrs. Rogers said she saw you go
ing across the fields after you left
here last Sunday. Did you go for a
walk?"
-Er-er-yes, did"
81 wish you had mentioned it. love
to walk, and there are so few people
that I find congenial company. Are
you going for walk now?'
why, no-er-not exactly"
I'm sorry. Good-by. Will you come
again next Sunday? OF course you
will. You know how dreadfully disap
| pointed I-we-shan be if you don't
Thank you, Miss Daniels 1 enjoyed
the dinner very much. Good after
| noon"
He hurried down the path. Annabe1
watched him go. Then she did an ode
thing. She passed through the sit
ting room, entered the front hall, went
up the stairs. tiptoed by the door oil
/ her fathers room, and then I'D anoth
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steep set of steps led to the cupols
on the roof. In that cupola was &
spyglass-
Annabel opened a window a few
inches, took the spyglass from it:
rack. adjusted it, laid it on the sill
\ of the open window and knelt. thu
glass at her eye The floor of tn.
cupola was very dusty and she wa.
| wearing her newest and best gown
but she did not seem to mind.
Through the glass she saw the Ion.
slope of Cannon Hill. with the beacor
at the top and Captain Mayo's hons,
near it The main road was deserted
save for one figure, that of her lat.
caller. He was mounting the hill i,
long strides.
She watched him gain the crest ant
pass over it out of sight Then sb
shifted the glass so that it pointe,
toward the spot beyond the curve O
the hill, where the top of a thicl
group of silyer-leafs hid the parsonage
Above the tree tops glistened tn
white steeple OF the Regular church
If the minister went straight home sh
could see him. But under those silver
leafs was the beginning of the shor
cut across the fields where Didam
had seen Mr.. Ellery walking on III
previous Sunday.
Slowly she moved the big end OF tn
spyglass back along the arc it ha
travelled She found speck an
watched it. 1t was a man, stridin
across the meadow land. half mil
beyond the parsonage. aud hurryin
In the direction OF the beach Sh