Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-11-24

q aS 10 the essential ISSUE WHICH aA AaOAAS
leaped to his mind. N
where did you meet the fellow?"
he inquired, with the suitable admix'
ture of confidence and amusement.
I'm the first instance, at Engelberg.'
"Engelberg! Where's that?"
'Only one of those places in Swift
zerland where everybody goes now
adays for what they call winter
SPORTS
>She was not even smiling at his ar
rogant ignorance; she was merely e1'
planning one geographical point and
another of general information. A
close observer might have thought
her almost anxious not to identify her.
self too closely with a popular craze.
Il dare say you mentioned it," said
Cazalet. but rather as though he was
wondering why she had not.
Il. dare say I didn't! Everything
won't 60 into an annual letter. 1t wai
the winter before last went out
with Betty and her husband"
And after that he took = place
down here?"
YES. Then I met him on the river
the following summer, and found he'G
got rooms in one of the Nell Gwynne
Cottages, IL you call that place."
Il see"
But there was no more to see; there
never had been much, but now
Blanche was standing up and gazing
out Of the balcony into the belt OF
singing sunshine between the opposite
side of the road and the invisible river
acres away.
why shouldn't we 60 down to Lit
tleford and get out the boat if you're
really going to make an afternoon Of
it?" she said. But you simply must
see Martha first; and while she's max
ing herself fit to be seen, you must
take something for the good of the
house. I'll bring it to you on lordly
tray"
She brought him siphon, stoppered
bottle, a silver biscuit-box of ancient
memories, and left him alone with
them some little time; for the young
mistress, like her old retainer in an
make herself more presentable. Yet
when sheNad done SO, and came back
like snow, in shirt and skirt just,
home from the laundry, she saw that
he did not see the difference. His de-
vouring eyes shone neither more mol
less; but he had also devoured every
biscuit In the box, though he had be.
gun by vowing that he had lunched in
town, and stuck to the fable still.
Old Martha had known him all his
life, but. best at the period when he
used to- come to nursery tea at Little.
ford.y She declared she would have
known him anywhere as he was, but
she simply hadn't recognized him in
that photograph with his beard.
Il can see where it's been,'' said
Martha, looking him in the lower tenn:
perate zone. But I'm so glad you've
had it of, Mr.. Cazalet"
There you are, Blanchie!" crowed
Cazalet. You said she'd be disappoint-
ed, but Martha's got better TASTE"
1T isn't that, sir" said Martha ear
nestly. ITS because the dreadful
man who was seen running out of the
drive. at your old home, he had a
beard! It's in all the notices about
him, and that's what's put me against
them, and makes me glad you've had
yours or" -....
Blanche turned to him with too ready
. smile; but then she was really not
such great age as she pretended, and
she had never been in better spirits in
her life.
You hear, Sweep! l call it rather
lucky for you that you we're"
But just then she saw his face, and
remembered the things that had been
said about Henry Craven by the GAIA
let's friends, even ten years ago. when
she really had been girl.