Bisbee daily review., 1914-12-30

turn to Hopeheld Manor.
 made wrong turn on leaving the Prescott Arms. and 1 came out pres ently near Katonah village l got my hearings of shopkeeper and started again for Hopeheld Manor but the midafteruoon was warm. and tue hills were steep. and as Miss Hollister's ad- mrable cob showed signs of weariness. ] drove into fence corner and loosen cd the mare's check. On a sunny slope several hundred yards above the high way lay an orchard. advertised to the larcenous eye by the ruddiest of red apples. Not in many years had ! rob bed an orchard. and ] felt irresistlbly drawn toward the gnarled trees, which were still in their old age. abundantly fruitful
 I drew down a bough and plucked my first apple. tasted and found it good At my palates first responsive utilization something whizzed past my ear,. and. following the flight of the missile I saw an apple of goodly size fall and roll away into the grass I had imagined myself utterly alone, and even now as looked guiltily around no one was in sight The ap- pie had passed my ear swiftly and at am angle quite Newtouian lt had been fairly aimed at my head and the law of gravitation did not account for it. As I continued my scrutiny of the landscape l was addressed by a voice whose accents were not obiurgatory Rather. the tone was good natured and ndulgent if not indeed a trihe patronizing. The words were these:
 Soup Of the evening. beautiful soupl It was then that. lifting my eyes. beheld. sitting lengthwise of the wall. with her feet drawn comfortably un- der her. a girl in white sweater. bareheaded, munchiug an apple. There was no question of identity. It was the girl whose head behind the cash ier's grill of the Asolando had inter- ested me on the occasion of my sec- ond visit to the tea room. In soliciting my attention by reciting a line of verse she had merely followed the rule of the tea room in like circum- stances. The casting of the apple at my head possessed the virtue of noy- city While I tried to think of some thing Co say i pecked at my own ap- pie. but kept an eye on her. She con cluded her repast calmly and flung away the core
 'I mentioned soup," she remarked. 'Ihe courses are mixed We have partaken of fruit. Are you fish. flesh. fowl or good red herringT"
 Daughter of Eve. I will be any thing you like. I'm obliged. .for the ap- pie, and l apologize for hting enter. eel Eden uninvited"
 Its not my Eden. Nobody invited me. But it's not too much to say that these apples are grand"
 I'm glad we're both in the same boat. I'm a trespasser myself I don't even know the name Of the owner. But if you have had only one apple two more are coming to you if you fol- low Atalanta's precedent"
 "I don't follow precedents. and I've forgotten the name of the boy who threw the apples in the race. It doesn't matter, though Nothing mat ters very much"
 Her hands clasped her knees. Her skirt was short and l was conscious that she wore tan shoes. She con tinued to regard me with lazy curi- osity She seemed younger than at the Asolando. Not more than eight cen times had apples reddened on the { bough in her lifetime She was even slenderer and more youthful in her sweater than in the snowy vesments Of the Asolando. Her hair. which in ] the glow of the lamp at AsolandO cash desk had been golden. was today bur nished copper and was brushed straight ] back from her forehead and tied with a black ribbon.
 'I quite agree with your philosophy | Nothing is of great importance" 'So it's not your orchardf' she asked
 "The thought hatters me. own no lands nor ships at sea. I'm chim- ney doctor, and if necessary Ill apolo- gize for it."
 "You needn't submit testimonials take the swallows out of my own chimneys"
 That requires a delft hand. and I'm sure you're considerate of the swal- 1 lows"
 You may come mp here and sit on the wall if you care to- saw you driving i'm trap. I hope your horse isn't afraid Of motors Motors speed scandalously on that road
 -''I am not in the least worried about my horse It's borrowed. As you re- marked, this is nice orchard. l like it here"
 "lf you are going to be silly you will find me little inclined to nonsense llI
 Shall we talk of the Asoundol 1 haven't been back since l saw you there. and yet-let me see, isn't ,this your day there2'
 She seemed greatly amused, and
 her laughter rose with a fountain like spontaneity and fell, splash of
 musical sound on the mellow air of the orchard She had changed her po-
 stion as I joined her, sitting erect and
 kicking her heels lazily against the
 wall.
 "Mr. Chimney Man, something terri. ] 1,1o hounenad fuqt a fer vOu left that