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

~ any smaller, On 2top Of that unduly
imposing porch; al out there, over
looking the fine grou4 IDS opposite, were
basket chairs and an table, hot with
the Indian summer sun.
II hope you are not shocked at my
can't help it if you are. It's just big
enough for Martha and me; you re-
member old Martha, don't you? You'll
have to come and see her, but she'll
be horribly disappointed about your
beard!"
Coming through the room, stopping
to greet q picture and bookcase I'LL
ing wall each) as old friends, GAIA
let had deserted a photograph Of him
self with that appendage. He had
threatened to take the beastly thing
away, and Blanche had told him he
had better not. But it did not occur
to Cazalet that it was the photograph
to which Hilton Toye had referred, or
that Toye must have been In this very
room to see it. In thebe few hours he
had forgotten the mans existence, at
least In 30 far as it associated itself
with Blanche Macnair.
1.-THE others all wanted me to live
near them" she continued, but as no
two Of them are In the same county
it would have meant q caravan. Be-
sides; l wasn't going to be transplant
ed at my age. Here one has every
body one ever knew, except those who
escape by emigrating, simply at ones
mercy on bicycle. There's more golf
and tennis than I can find time to
play; and I still keep the old boat in
the old boat-house at Littleford, be-
cause it hasn't let or sold yet, I'm
sorry to say"
$50 saw as passed" said GAIA
let. THAT hit me hard!"
''The place being empty hits me
harder" rejoined the last Of the Mac
'nairs. "1t's going down in value every
day like all the other property about
here. except this sort. Mind where you
throw that match, Sweep! I don't
want you to set fire to my pampas-
grass: it's the only tree I've got!"
Cazalet laughed; she was making
him laugh quite often. But the PAM
pasgrass, like the rest Of the rldic-
ulous little garden in front, was OBJ
secured If not overhung by the balcony
on which they, sat. And the subject
seemed one to change. ~
". 1T was simply slorious coming
down." he said. Il wouldn't swap that
three.quarters of an hour for bale of
wool. You can't think how every NOR
tai thing on the way. appealed to me.
The only blot was q funeral at Barnes;
it seemed such sin to be buried on
day like this, and a fellow like me
coming home. to enjoy himself!"'
He had turned grave, but not graver
than at the actual moment coming
down. Indeed, he was simply coming
down again, for her; benefit and his
own, without an Interior trouble until
Blanche took him up with a long face
of her own
We've had funeral here. I sup
pose you know?"
Eyes. I know"
Her chair creaked as she leaned for
ward with an enthusiastic solemnity
that would have made her shrek If
she had seen herself; but it had no
such effect on Cazalet.
Il wonder who can have done it,"
$50 do the police, and they don't
look much like finding QUIT"
1T must have been for his watch
and money. don't Won think? And vet
they say he had SO many enem1es!"
Cazalet kept silence; but she thought
he WINGED. "Of course it must have
been the man who ran out of the
drive" she concluded hastily. Where
were you when it happened, Sweep"
Somewhat hoarsely he was recall
ing the Mediterranean movements Of
the Kaiser Fritz, when at the first
mention of the vessels name he was
firmly heckled.
sweep, you don't mean to say YOU
como NV q Gorron OF oamor2''