The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1914-03-13

dearest man in the world-next 70
himself--to spend the month nth us!
We met him when we went est 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.
sat down in a 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 matchmake any
more. She and Tom had reconciled
themselves to the idea that l was
heart-whole and fancy-free. and would
probably remain so, so I telegraphed
that ! would start tonight
When I reached the little station
near Homewild, my heart failed me
at beholding in waiting with Nan and
Edgar, a man, big and brown. He was
Introduced to me in careless way by
Nan as Mr. Saltern. ] was reassured
when she babe Edgar occupy the front
seat OF the touring car with him. and
she and took the back scat.
"Who is he?" / asked, in a forbid
ding way.
"Only Edgar's tutor" she replied.
'"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 a lovely evening. There
was a soft misty rain-what Edgar
called "drizzle-drazzle," and we all
spent 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 a delightful week
at Homewild. 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 70 devote most of my time to
Spanish, However, as I am making
such progress. and enjoy the study so
much. but it won't be quite the same
with curious people about. We are go
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 moon of pale
grange 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
earessing cadence. We were talking
seriously about life, and the end OF my
visit. and then. don't remember how
be told me, but the orange moon, the
lights in the river, the soft tapping OF
the water against the boat, the dis
tant song and what he whispered to
me were all blended into one beauti-
tul whole.
After awhile he talked seriously
again, this time about himself and
his--I mean our-prospects. 1t seems
he has u big business, but it has come
10 standetill pending the issue Of
t4vsllu ana IN the meantime he Is
tutoring Edgar. In the fall he will
be in position to go on with his bust
ness. and at Christmas 7 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 lie isn't Mr.. saltern. lie
isn't Edgar's tutor-don't look so
stern dear, but he is"
"Iim Wilde, Toms friend" replied,
calmly
ooh. Allene. how did you know? lie
told me he hadn't confessed yet"
Tell me first why lie is here in
| coanitl."
"IIe was here when your awful let
ter came, and ! didn't know what to
do. read it to Tom, and he just
roarcd, and handed It to Jim. and they
fixed ~ this scheme. Il wasn't my
plan. felt guilty, but you were hay-
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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