Norwich bulletin., 1914-10-01
IN BROWN OCTOBER.

dient, Hilda had sat upon the veranda and embroidered for several hours each day-and played prtmly proper pieces upon the old piano each eve ming until at last the month was over and she had driven her guest to the station.
 In spite of all the hardships his coming had inflicted Hilda had really liked the quiet young man, and as the weeks went by and September's golden days grew into October's ruddy glory she found herself vaguely lone- , ly and discontented. Unconsciously she began to watch more eagerly for the coming of the old mail man in 5, and her disappointment became keener as the days flew by and no word came from the city. T certainly tried to make him like me. But of course a country girl wouldn't interest him." she reflected dear old thing! You'n me is chums; aren't we old man?' she exclaimed rapturously as Jack laid a beseeching paw on her knee in mute appeal. You want to go for a run, don't you? I'll race you to the oak tree." and with a laugh she was off. her brown hair streaming gaily behind in the wind. And for a time John Graham was 1 forgotten.
 But not for long. The beauty of the
  reused keen longings in the girls | breast for appreciative human com panionship to share the wonder of it | all. There was nobody in her home who really cared. Mrs. Page, busy with her preserving and preparations for long winter spent in ''hookin' p found no time for "gaddin' and gazin'." | There was small profit in that sort | of thing, she claimed and Mrs. Page was nothing if not good business l woman.
 | In a busy office on one of Boston's | busiest streets a quiet young man | found time to raise his head from his
 work occasionally and gaze longingly | out over the smokestacks and roof | tops to where in a tiny square of park | way a lone maple tree was palely do- | ing its best to announce that October had come. Into his eyes there fre- quently came a dreamy look of long, | ing as he mentally pictured station platform upon which a slender girl | stood waving goodbye. With a sigh he turned his wandering attention to his work and the vision was forgotten
 But one morning a warm, bright
 shaft of sunlight shone directly upon his desk, and upon a huge red apple
 thing altogether alluring about the
 scent of an apple warmed by the sur l-something that brings to wind vi sions of neat white farmhouses. fresf
 made cider, and big open fires at eve | ming.
 John Graham bit a big bite out ot his apple. And with the second bite
 his mind was made up. Pulling a. cal
 endar toward him he consulted il hastily.
 Let's see Mondays a holiday ism
 it Miss Johnson ?" he asked of hi
 stenographer.
 '-Yes sir,'' she smiled.
 Well, this is Friday I'm going tt
 take a run up to New Hampshir'
 over the week end. If you like vol . will give you a little vacation, tool"
 70 thank you, Mr. Graham" sh
 exclaimed, joyfully. for she also >hat
 had October dreams.
 | And so it came about that as Johl
 Graham was walking briskly througl the familiar woodpath just at sunse
 time that afternoon he came upon ; | pathetic little bundle of sobs owe which a brown collie stood guard vainly striving to administer comfor with the tip of g. cold wet nose. Johl
 did not immediately recognize the dig the khaki clad girl at his feet.
 Pardon me-" he began-"Hilda! . in astonishment as tear-stained fac
 with a smudge of brown earth upol
 one cheek was raised to his. M. dear little girl. what is the trouble he asked tenderly
 "Nothing-only nobody likes sun l sets. or walks. or anything. but yor } and you were in Boston. And I wa so lonesome" she sobbed. , You poor little kid!" he said soft } ly as he smoothed the roughened hail Well, I'm not in Boston now-an oh. I say. stand up here and get thi sunset before it goes. Isn't it great Yes" she sighed contentedly as sh s1nuggled nearer to his big war; , coat. "Yes-it is!"-Boston Post.