The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-03-20

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instructing my assistant to visit sew
eral pressing clients, and | instructed
the valet at the Hare and Tortoise t.
send me a weeks supply Of linen ant
an odd suit or two.
At about o'clock | left Virgins II
! first rate spirits and set out on my re
| turn to Hopefield Manor
| made wrong turn on leaving the
Prescott Arms, and i came out pres
emily near Katonah village. | got my
bearings of shopkeeper and started
again for Hopefield Manor, but the
midafternoon was warm, and the hills
were steep, and as Miss HOLSTERS ad-
mirable cob showed signs of WEAKNESS.
I drove into fence corner and loosen
ed the mares check. On sunny slope
several hundred yards above the high
way lay an orchard, advertised to the
larcenous eye by the ruddiest of red
apples. Not in many years had rob-
bed an orchard, and | felt irresistlbly
drawn toward the gnarled trees, which
were still, in their old age, abundantly
fruitful.
| drew down bough and plucked
nv first app;e. tasted and found it
good. At my palate's first responsive
Utilization something whizzed past my
ear, and, following the fight of the
missile, | saw an apple of goodly size
fall and roll away into the grass l
had imagined myself utterly alone,
and even now as | looked guilty
around no one was in sight The APP
pie had passed my ear swiftly and at
an angle quite un-Newtonlan. 1t had
been fairly aimed at my head, and the
law OF gravltatlon did not account for
1t. AS | continued my scrutiny OF the
landscape | was addressed by voice
whose accents were not objurgatory.
Rather, the tone was good natured
and indulgent II not indeed trife
The words were these:
Soup OF the evening. beautiful soupi
II was then that, lifting my eyes.
beheld. sitting lengthwise of the wall,
With her feet drawn comfortabl bly, I'M
Ter her, girl In white sweater,
Dareheaded. munching an apple. There
vas no question OF identity. 1t was |
he girl whose head behind the cash |
er's grill OF the Asolando had inter-
'sted me on the occasion OF my sec
md visit to the tea room. In soliciting
ny attention by reciting line of
'erse she had merely followed the
ule OF the tea room In Ike circum-
tances. The casting OF the apple at
ny head possessed the virtue of nov
lty. While l tried to think of some
hing to say | pecked at my own ap-
lie, but kept an eye on her. She con-
luded her repast calmly and hung
way the core.
Il mentioned SOUP" she remarked.
The courses are mixed. We have
artaken OF fruit. Are you fish, flesh,
owl or good red herringr
Daughter of Eve, l will be any
hing you like. I'm obliged for the ap-
lie, and l apologize for having enter
i Eden unlimited"
ITS not my Eden. Nobody invited
lie, But It's not too much to say that
iese apples are grand"
IN glad we're both In the same
oat I'm trespasser myself. don't
zen know the name of the owner.
ut If you have had only one apple {
vo more are coming TO you II you fol-
w Atalanta's precedent" 1
Il don't follow precedents, and I've {
rgotten the name of the boy who
rev the apples in the race. 1t
'esnt matter, though. Nothing mat 8
rs very much"
Her hands clasped her knees. Her
,lrt was short, and l was conscious
at she wore tan shoes She con- r
nued TO regard me with lazy curl. V
lily. She seemed younger than at e
e Asolando. Not more than eight
n times had apples Redeemed on the j.
ugh in her lifetime. She was even n
enderer and more youthful in her f
1eater than In the snowy vestments
the Asolando. Her hair, which in Il
e glow Of the lamp at Asolando cash &
SIX had been golden. was today bur- a
shed copper and was brushed straight s,
eek from her forehead and tied with t.
black ribbon. e.
Il quite agree with your philosophy a
othing Is Of great Importance" p
$50 it's not your orchard 2" she asked. p
The thought hatters me. 1 own no k
ids nor ships at sea. I'm a chin t.
y doctor, and If necessary I'll apollo a
ze for It." q
You needn't submit testimonials / IL
Ike the swallows out of my own b
imneys." fl
That requires deft hand, and I'm ei
re you're considerable of the swal- Ii
VS." tC