Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1915-09-03

"Mr. CazaIet," Said Toye, ~ Guess
You Want to Know What I'm Doing
on Your Track"
en-, and Cazalet would have given all
he had about him to see 1t down again
a. In the oldest of old days; but there
was more gold In her skin, for 80 the
sun had treated 1t; and there was
even hint or CLINT Tin certain lights
be 1t repeatedly OF gold mingling with
the pure hazel Of her eyes. But In
the dusty shadows Of the empty house.
moving like sunbeam across its bare
boards, standing out against the discol
ored walls In the place of remembered
II was there that she was all golden
and still girl.
They poked their noses into, and
they had laugh In every corner and
so out upon the leafy lawn. shelving
abruptly to the river, Last Of all there
was the summer schoolroom over the
boat'house. quite apart from the house
itself; scene of such safe yet reckless
revels; in Its very aura late Victorian!
1t lay hidden In Ivy at the end of
now neglected path; the bowwin
dows overlooking the river were
framed In Ivy. like three matted. Whls-
kered. dirty. happy faces; one, with
Its lower sash propped open by a
broken plant-pot. might have been
grinning toothless welcome to two
once leading spirits OF the place.
Cazalet whitfield a twig and wedged
that sash up altogether, then he sat
himself on the sill. his long legs In
side. But his knife had reminded
him of his plug tobacco And his plug
tobacco took him as straight back to
the bush as though the unsound floor
had changed under their feet into a
magic carpet
You simply have 1t put down to the
mans account In the station books,
Nobody keeps ready money up at the
bush, not even the price OF plug like
this; but the chap I'm telling you
about Il can see him now, with his
great red beard and freckled fists) he
swors was charging him for half a
pound more than he'd ever had. We
fought for twenty minutes behind the
wood-heap; then he gave me best, but
| had to turn In till | could see again. v
you don't mean that he"
Blanche had looked rather disgust
ed the moment before; now she was
all trueulent suspense and indigna.
ton.
Beat me?" he cried. Good Lord.
no; but there was none too much In
It,"
Fires died down In her hazel eyes,
lay lambert as soft moonlight, flick
cred into laughter before he had seen
the fire.
I'm afraid you're very dangerous
person." said Blanche
You've got to be" he assured her;
Its the only way Don't take a word
from anybody. unless you mean him to
wipe his boots on you, soon found
that out. I'd have given something to
have learned the noble art before
went out. Did | ever tell you how II
was I first came across old Venus
Potts?"
He had told her at great length, to
the exclusion of about every other
topic, In the second OF the annual let
tiers; and throughout the series the In
evitable name Of Venus Potts had sci
dom cropped up without some allusior
to that Homeric encounter. But 1t was
well worth while having 1t all ovel
again with the intricate and picturesque
embroidery of tongue far mightiel
than the pen hitherto employed upor
the incident. Poor Blanche had almost
TO hold Der nose over the primary
cause NJ battle; but the dialogue wal
delightful and Cazalet himself mad'
,,ret pqllant aud engaging figure a.
he sat on the sill and reeled II out
Twenty minutes later, and old Venul
Potts was still ON the magic tapls
though Cazalet had dropped his boast