Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-01-02
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houses had assumed the proportions
Of a mania. She could no more
pass a vacant house three times with
out trying to see inside it than she
could turn down tie adorable tilt Of
her retrousse nose.
"You will be arrested as a suspi-
cious character for hanging about
strange persons houses" her brother
had often warned her.
Everyone should have a hobby"
Jean always responded with a laugh
"Mine is houses. | should really
have been a house hunters guide"
eyes, you have certainly missed
your calling" her brother had
grunted; you remind me of lost
soul prowling about for a habita-
ton"
Jean felt very little like lost
sou as she wendell her way through
the woods ON a clear October day.
The trees were glorious in thar au-
tumn garments Of brown and gold
and joan rejoiced in her power to
enjoy it al.
81 am healthy and strong and
asn on my way to inspect an old Tu-
dor house" She spoke aloud to the
BIRDS and the trees.
And within her Cavalier bag was
the advertisement for an old his
toric house.
at has gabled roofs with red til
ing and stained glass windows and
oak panels" she told herself in joy
full anticipation. Jean quickened
her pace and arrived presently at the
edge of the woods where an unex-
plored village nestled. She stopped
and took the advertisement from her
bag in order to refresh her memory
as to the location of the house.
Slight, Clavering road" she read
and continued her walk.
Had Jean been a prospective bride
looking for a dove-cot she could not
have been more elated over the sight
of the old Tudor house when it came
into view above the low-hung beech
trees in the garden.
For a second her heart suffered a
quake. There was a thin line Of
smoke issuing from the chimney.
"Of course it will be the caretak-
err" she told herself.
But upon arriving at the gate
which inclosed the garden Jear
knew her first disappointment. The
house was occupied. There was NJ
"To Let" sign or any indication thai
the house was on the market. The
agent must have neglected to take il
off the list.
81 have walked three miles just tC
see that perfectly adorable house,
she commented petulantly and gazed
at the two red-tiled gables with wist-
full eyes.
Suddenly she caught sight of the
small brass plate on the gate post
CDR. Bruce" she read. Jean peered
through the heavy vines into the gar
den and her desire to get inside grew
tenfold.
81 simply will go through that
house." she decided, and a brilliant
idea swept over her mind.
Jean was healthy and vigorous,
and the rich blood flowed evenly
through her system. There was nc
pallor, no weakness for which she
might consult DR.. Bruce. Her cheeks
were wildly crimson from the brisk
walk through the woods, and her
eyes sparkled with health, yet Jean
made straightway toward that Office
with the stained glass window.
81 can at least get a glimpse OF
the inside" she said while she sur
reptitiously dabbed her crimson
cheeks with the small powder puff
she carried.
When Jean was admitted into the
consulting room Of Di Bruce there
was no one TO challenge her right to
be there. For a few moments she
had the pleasure of scanning the de-
tails of carving and the outer stair
way.
So interested did she become that
she failed to hear the light football
behind her.
When a masculine voice which
Jean supposed to be that of DR..
Bruce addressed her she very
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