Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-13

Daddy used to slide down this" Jean
laughed and tried to lift the heavy door
1t yielded and she picked her way down
the dark stairs, lifting high her fluffy
mauve laces as she went
| The place was fearfully dark and full
| OF musty odors. Jean bravely stilled her
fears and went mp the creaking stairs
and through the kitchen
IF only we could have this in town."
| signed the girl, as she went through
room after room, each one bigger and
more sunny than the last.
On the second floor she found the room
with the bow window in which her father
was born. Jean peered about as IL the
very walls might witness her emotion as
she surreptitiously dabbed the tears from
her eyes. '''
Her emotions were very near the sur
face The utter desolation of the rand
old home that had harbored her fatber's
boyhood the very bare room that echoed
her very breathing had all helped TO In-
string her nerves. ~ VII
Il haven't seen the nursery with +ba
phantomship border or the little turret
room that saw from the outside" she
said, half loud. ss
jeans courage was at strangely lou,
ebb when, after seeing the nurserv. she
discovered a small, dark stairway which
led to the turret room that she had SET
her heart on seeing.
Again lfting the fluffy laces she mads
her way carefully up the winding stairs,
so loud was the beating of her own
heart that she heard no sounds save the
Imaginary ones of her own creation.
She turned the handle of the door the
only one on that high landing. II wag-
locked She tried again. making great
noise.
The door opened suddenly, after a great
sound like an explosion.
hugh man loomed up In the doorway.
his race was smeared and his hair was
that of a wild man. towel had been
swiftly tied across one side of his head
"Oh-h! Jean shrieked and fell in a
heap on the dusty floor of the landing.
When she regained consciousness. She
found that she was lying on a wide, soft
couch the face bending over hers was
neither grimy nor wild, nor, in fact, anv-
thing that suggested evil. II still wora
the towel bandaged over one temple but
the expression shining in the eyes was
tenderness, fear and something that
made Jean blush
Great Scott! l thought I had killed |
your he said in the deep voice Jean had |
somehow expected.
she laughed and sat up among the |
cushions. 1T wouldn't have been your |
fault was snooping and" She broke |
on and asked quickly: A'What are Won
looking at-I feel nervous-is ANYTHING |
the matter with me2"
mo was only thinking how much
you look IKE great pansy there among
the green pillows"
That is rather funny thing TO tell a
girl who is startled out of her wits and
Is wondering how she ever managed 10
stumble on an evidently sane man
working among explosives at the ton
OF vacant house" finished Danvers, and
liked IT. |
Tor a moment, she said;
am l now?"
You are in my den." he said, land IL
Is adjoining the awful one In which I
MAKE experiments-it was the latter one
laughed rusfuly. rs It my turn 10 asE
questions?" A9A
James eyes answered him.
VINO are you and where did YOU conna
IEomT You don't live In the village
that / know"
Jean wisely refrained from aslsIns H..
now ne knew. Her courage had return
90, out her nerves had taken a funny
ltue turn and she felt strangely afraid !
ot this man, with his steady eIovying, |
eyes lie looked like the man who COM
nands by the very appeal in his ewes.
was the guest at a house party not
en- miles from here" Jean told him aAr,,
ather was born in this house ana / came
'ver to see il. / am lean Winslov, ,,
Jean Winslowl My father ana Japas
were friends. Has your fafhsr
'yer mentioned John panvers2 At least
= nave heard OF Jean-Winslow."
The girl liked the way her name vyss
poken' she laughed and extended ber
land' Since we have heard OF one an.
ther-we might shake hands" )
IL seemed for the space OF a seeona ss 9
the tnrret In the Winslow homesfes5 !
sas hung IN midair.
"oh-hf' Jean cried after a momant
your headl Did something hit you-be,
ore / Gamer She arose swiftly and ~
ore be could stop her had taken On ~
sinaase. an on" she cried again, "Whers
lt ls notning-a mere scratch, Dan 4
eis SAID, but directed her 10 tie ss1en
afatory IL doesn't need ANYTIME ~.
spt tnef e would feel much bstfsr-if
oq oatnea it' The hall hovish - Il
% eyes brought a smile q Jean;- In 4