Graham guardian., 1913-10-24
copya,a 1910 ~ ~e,sd,S >ieaepo~

Ties really n bright little hoy Com
Ing home on the steamer he gave M
post graduate course IN pragnatispi
that I've found helpful In Accepting
house for papa. It's too had WE haze
20 lay trap for Mr. Dick"
''is II? Just how rre we To manage
that. Hcxekiah?''
"oh. that win he easy enough He's
pretty desperate. and since the rom
pact between the siiitnrs lIas gone T."
pieces lie knows he will have tn shaw
hiS hsnd pretty soon He thinks van
are Wild about Cetilla Tie laws rrrai
(streNs ON his thinking powers aud no
pt&hibly argues that yn,I ARE houni "a
sf'y pretty snon It's inst M well he
thinks so. bui We must finish this up
today I'll no nervous wreck n w,
dent close the hooks tonight. There's
your frieusi, Dick now .a--
She inll,nir,l hirh point IN the
main road, where II trnsscd the ridge
from which she had showu me II
seetned. L. nh very long ngo. the pro
ccssion OF suitors crossing the stile
Dick. mounted. was gazilig IN across
the fields toward fIoprGeid Man and
horse were 80 distant as to create tile
Illusion Of an equestrian statue on a
high pedestal.
Napoleon before Waterloo" I sug-
Eested
''He does look like Napoleon, doesn't
her she laughed. Hes bit fused
today He knows that wiggy's not at
the inn and that you are up to some
thing. and to little Mr.. Dick the archi-
tect probably looks like one of those
mysterious knights you read about,
who suddenly appears at the tourna.
nent ali canned In an Ice cream freez-
er, with tin pail over his head Mr..
Pepperton's presence no doubt worries
him. as I don't think they ever met.
Ceciliaran Mr.. Pepperton are riding.
lodged them Just before struck
you. walking their horses In the most
Ioverlike fashion In lane over yon-
der. but II Mr.. Pepperton is really en-.
gagged It's all right though II were
the other girl think I'd be anxious"
playing the game, that's all.
What are you going to do now?"
She glanced at the sun. fancied
that Il was with such a scanning Of
the heavens that her sisters thousand
years before had noted the time,
This is my pie day, There's un-
doubtedly gooseherry pie waiting for
me at the bungalow. And papa will
expect me for luncheon, Id ask you to
come too, only you'll have all you can
do 10 keep Mr.. Dick from persuadlng
s0sksbody TO be the sixth man, so he
can slip in as number seven. II we get
through today all right. you may come
for luncheon tomorrow. maybe. Papa
told me he liked you. He said you
were very decent that night you met
him"
"My compliments TO your father. ]
hope to be able TO persuade him to ex-
tend his paternal arm TO include ME.
Aunt Octavia must be my aunt tool"
"Reallyw cried IIezekiah. with isde-
scribablc mockcry. and she wheeled her
horse and was gone like the wind.
Luncheon at Hopcheld passed with
out Incident. and afterward Cecilia re.
tired to help her aunt with her corrc-
spondcnce. while Pepperton and I
iounged about the house and smoked.
I told him OF my Intellectual efforts to
reach Virgins, and he volunteered TO
and motor and h for him, but
pointed out the futiity Of this and re-
<,sewed my Rppeal that he stay on guard
At Hopeneld.
At about 8 O'Clock Cecilia reappeared.
Her color was high and her eyes were
unusually brilliant. knew that she
fully realized that the crisis was near.
but she asked no questions, and her
manner reassured me OF her confidence
We idled on the stone terrace above
the frost smltten garden.
We were hardly seated before Dick
entered the garden. followed lmme-
diateiy by the six other suitors had
last seen AT the Inn. They ranged
themselves on stone bench facing
the house nj the end OF one of the
paths. They wore sack coats and hats