Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-09-17
We will let her stay,"

l land ought to be here any minute, but
 Miss Gatland will be later because of
 her children's class" said Minna. Will you wait on the veranda?'
 He was saying that he would stroll l ip the garden when childish footsteps
 were heard in the hall, and after q curly head had nestled against the
 mothers skirts it's owner, reminded of
 the importance of manners i'll the
 world where the stork had left her.
 made q curtesy Lanstron shook d
 small hand which must have lately | been on intimate terms with sugar or | jam.
 | How do you do, flying soldier man ?' l chirruped Clarissa Eileen. It was evi-
 dent that she held Lanstron in high
 favor
 Let me hear you say your name, :"
 said Lanstron.
 Clarissa Eileen was triumphant. She
 had been waiting for days with the
 revelation when he should make that | old request. Now she enunciated it with every vowel and consonant cor rectly and primly uttered; indeed, she
 repeated it four or five times ill proof | of complete mastery
 1 "A pretty name I've often wondered
 how you came to give it to her. said 1 Lanstron to Mlnna.
 You oo like it." exclaimed Minna with girlish eagerness. Il gave her
 the most beautiful name l could think
 of because'-s laid her hand caress- 1 ingly on the child's head and a ma donna-like radiance stole into her face -"becauSe she might at least have a l beautiful name when"-the dull blaze | of a recollection now burning in her | eyes-'when there wasn't much pros l pect of many beautiful things coming into her life; though know, of course,
 that the world thinks she ought to be
 called Maggie"
 Proceeding leisurely along the main 1 path of the first terrace, Lanstron fol l lowed it past the rear of the house to
 the old tower. Long ago the moat that l surrounded the castle had been filled 1 in. The green of rows of grape vines
  | of ivy on the ancient stone walls, which had been cut away from the loopholes l set with window glass. The door was | open, showing a room that had been 1 chased in by a ceiling of boards from l the walls to the circular stairway that | ran aloft from the dungeons. On the | floor of flags were cheap rugs. A num- | Of o,,I f,1,
 were piled on a round table covered
 with brown cloth.
 "Hello!" Lanstron called softly
 "Hello!" he called louder and yet l louder
 Receiving no answer, he retraced his
 steps and seated himself on the second
 terrace in secluded spot in the
 shadow of the first terrace wall, where
 he could see anyone coming up the | main flight of steps from the road. | When Marta walked she usually came l from town by that way. At length the 1 sound of a slow step from another di- I 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 l clothes of black, but wearing his old straw hat, appeared Teller, the gara l dener. He paused to. eXa1aiaea q fose
 bush aa,a,aI sssnstf'0H regarded him | rn6ughtfully
 As he turned away he looked up, 1 and a glance of definite and unfalter- l ing recognition was exchanged be- tween the two men. They had the garden to themselves '"Gustave!", Lanstron exclaimed un- der his breath.
 '.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 TT" said Lanstron. 't"Being stone-deaf," returned Teller,
 with a trace of drollery in his voice,
 "I hear very well-at times. Tell me" his whisper was quivering with
 eagerness-''s shall we fight? Shall we fight?"
 We are nearer to it than we have ever been in our time," Lanstron re- | piled.
 The hat still shaded Fellers face,
 his stoop was unchanged, but the | branch in his hand shook | "Honest?" he exclaimed "Oh, the I chance of it! The chance of it." "Gustave!" Lanstrops voice, still
 low, came in a gust of sympathy, and
 the pocket which concealed his hand | gave nervous twitch as if it held
 something alive and distinct from his
 own being. The trial wears on you! Do you want to go?" "No!" Teller shot back irritably.
 "No! he repeated resolutely q don't
 want to go! I'mean to be game-I-"
 He shifted his gaze from the bush
 which he still pretended to examine
 and suddenly broke off with: Miss
 Galland is coming!"
 Lanstron started toward the steps
 that Marta was ascending. She moved leisurely, yet with certain springy
 energy that suggested that she might | have come on the run without being