Putnam patriot., 1913-12-12


49, must needs be
eoldly aloof. and discourage any atten-
tions.
But today when I read her letter
urging me to come to HONEYWELL for
the month of August. l mutinied. for
there was the Inevitable postscript
"Oh Allene, Tom has invited the
dearest man In the world next to
himself--to spend the month with u.s.
We met him when we went west last
winter, although Tom used to know
him long ago In college. He's just
your sort of man.
My sort OF a man, indeed; | don't
know. myself. what sort that may be.
I sat down In white heat of anger
and laid bare my pent-up feelings to
Nan.
| received in reply such dear little
note from Nan. She was so sorry
and she would not match-make any
more. She and Tom had reconeiieo
themselves to the idea that | was
heart whole and fancy-free, and would
probably remain so. so ! telegraphed
IiAl MOutd HtdtA tthtrhNt
When reached the little station
near HONEYWELL my heart failed me
at beholdlng In waiting with Nan and
Edgar. man, big and brown. He was
introduced to me in careless way by
Nan as Mr. Saltern. ! was treasured
when she babe Edgar occupy the front
seat OF the touring car with him, and
a \ 40 hagl cont
who is he?" | asked, in forbid.
ding way.
Only Edgar's tutor" she replied.
1.-THE lad got SO behind In his studies
last year when he went with us, that
Tom engaged this man to coach him
We had lovely evening. There
was soft misty rain-what Edgar
called "drizzle-drazzle, and we all
snent the evening within. Mr.. Saltern
seems to be quite en- famile. He Is
such strapping, manly fellow. |
shouldn't think tutoring would be his
line.
| never had such delightful week
at HONEYWELL Such a quiet, restful
time / am studying Spanish with Mr..
Saltern and Edgar. We three go on
excursions together. Edgar explores
the woods and the river while his tn.
tor and | sit on fallen log and he
reads Spanish.
Tomorrow is my last day at Home
wild in peace and comfort, for Nan
has invited some people down. ! shall
continue to devote most of my time to
Spanish, however as ! am making
such progress. and enjoy the study so
much, but it won't be quite the same
with curious people about. We are 60
ing for our last row on the river to-
night
We went far up the river last night,
and drifted back. He didn't have TO
row. The light from a moon of pale
orange shone deep down in the river.
and somewhere off In the wooded
shores. a mans rich tenor voice was
ringing forth. the notes falling with
caressing cadence. We were talking
seriously about life, and the end OF my
visit, and then. don't remember how
he told me. but the orange moon, the
lights In the river, the soft tapping OF
tf1t Ntttf dBdlb5t Aht bChtr hsst 49,
tant song and what he whispered to
me we're all blended into one beauti-
full whole
After awhile he talked seriously
again, this time about himself and
his-I mean our-prospects. II seems
he has big business but 1t has come
to a standstill pending the issue of
Ia, h. mt ma hA
tutoring Edgar. In the fall he VIII
be in position to go on with his busi-
ness. and at Christmas | am going to
his home with him.
| told Nan this morning while he
had gone to the station with Tom to
bring back the guests. To my surprise
she was greatly pleased. Then she
looked a little frightened.
"Oh. Allene. / don't know how to
tell you, but he isn't Mr. Saltern. He
isn't Edgars tutor-don't look 10
stern. dear, but he is"
Jim Wilde, Toms friend" I replied.
calmly.
"oh. AlIene, how did you know? He
told me ne hadn't confessed yet"
Tell me first why he Is here in
cognito"
HE was here when your awful let
ter came, and ! didn't know what TO
do ! read II to Tom, and he just
roared. and handed 1t to Jim and they
fixed up this scheme. II wasn't my
plan. felt guilty. but you were hav-
ing such good time, couldn't spoil
IT,"
And so, after all, ! had a match
made for me by my sister-in-law.
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