Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-05
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lout-r.
Receiving no answer, he retraced his
steps and seated himself on the second
terrace In q secluded spot in the
shadow of the first terrace wall, where
he could see anyone coming up the
main fight of steps from the road.
When Marta walked she usually came
from town by that way. At length the
sound of SLOW step from another d.
rection broke On his ear. Some one
was approaching along the path that
ran at his feet. Around the corner of
the wall. in his workman's Sunday
| clothes of black, but wearing his old
I straw hat, appeared Feller, the gar
Adene~. He paused to examine a rose
bush and Lanstron regarded him
thoughtfully.
A he turned away he looked up,
and glance Of definite and unfalter.
ing recognition was exchanged be-
tween the two men. They had the
garden to themselves.
"Gustave." LaRes ron exclaimed un-
der his hi ath.
il "Lanny!" exclaimed the gardener,
turning over branch of the rose bush.
He seemed unwilling to risk talking
openly with Lanstron.
you look the good workman in his
Sunday best to a T." said Lanstron.
Being etone-deaf," returned Feller,
with trace of drollery in his voice,
'T hear very well-at times. Tell me"
his whisper was quivering with
eagerness-"shallw we fight? Shall we
flght?"
I'VE are nearer to it than we have
ever been in our time" Lanstron re-
piled.
The hat still shaded Feller's face,
his stoop was unchanged, but the
branch in his hand shook.
'Honest?" he exclaimed. "Oh, the
chance of it! The chance of it,"
"Gustave!" I.anstron's voice, still
low, came in gust of sympathy, and
the pocket which concealed his hand
gave a nervous twitch as If it held
something alive and distinct from his
own being. "The trial wears on you'll
Do you want to go?"
mol" Feller shot back irritably.
mol he repeated reeolutely. Il don't
want to go! mean to be .game-I-"
He shifted his gaze from the bush
which he still pretended to examine
and suddenly broke of with: Miss
Galland is coming!"
Lanstron started toward the steps
that Marta was ascending. She moved
leisurely, yet with a certain springy
energy that suggested that she might
have come on the run without being
out of breath or seeming to have made
an effort
Hello, stranger!" she called as she
saw him, and quickened her pace
Hello, pedagogue!" he responded.
AS they shook hands they swung
their arms back and forth like a pair
of romping children for a moment.
I'VE had a grand session Of the
school this morning, the largest class
ever!" she said. And the points we
scored off you soldiers! You'll find
disarmament already in progress when
you return to headquarters. We're ir.
u,
a flash of intensity, we're going to be
some day"
so you put on your war-paint!"
ut must be the pollen from the by.
drangeas!" She f1icked her handker.
chief from her belt and passed 1t to
him. SHOW that you know how to be
useful"
He performed the task with delib.
crate care.
Heavens! You even have some on
your ear and some on your hair; but
I'll leave 1t on your hair; it's rather be.
coming. There you are!" he concluded.
"Oft my hair, tool"
VERY well. always obey orders"
Il oughtnt to have asked you to do
1t at ALL" she exclaimed with a sud.
den change of manner as they started
up to the house. But a habit of
friendship, habit of liking to believe
in ones friends, was uppermost. 4
forgot. l oughtn't even to have shaken
hands with you'll"
Marta! What now, Marta?" he
asked.
He had known her In reproach, in
anger, in laughing mockery, in mill.
tant seriousness, but never before like
this. The pain and indignation In her
eyes came not from the sheer hurt of
a wound but from the hurt of it's
source. 1t was as If he had learned by
the signal of it's loss that he had
deeper hold on her than he had real.
ized.
Yes, have bone to pick with
you" she said, recovering a grim sort
of fellowship. "A big bone! If you're
half friend you'll give me the very
marrow of it."
Il am ready!" he answered more pa,
thetically than philosophically.
There's not time now; after lunch.
con, when mother is taking her nap"
she concluded as they came to the last
step and saw Mrs. Galland on the
veranda.
Alter luncheon Mrs. Galland kept bat.
Ting with her mods until nature was
victorious and she fell fast asleep.
Marta, grown restless with impatience,
suggested to Lanstron that they stroll
In the garden, and they took the path
past the house toward the castle
tower. stopping in an arbor with high