Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-12-17
'F1ddle." she cried. "But you're no

'F1ddle!" she cried "But you're nos
altered enough. Sweep, I'm disappoint
ed In you Where's your beard?"
Il had it off the other day. l always
meant to-" he explained, before the
end of the voyage. l wasn't going to
land like a wild man of the wooda
you know!"
Weren't you! call it mean"
Her scrutiny became severe, bat
softened again at the sight of his
clutched wide-awake and curiously
characterless, shapeless SUIT
you may well look!" he cried, de-
lighted that she should. They're
awful old duds, know, but you would
think them wonder if you saw where
they came from"
I'm sorry to interrupt" said
Blanche, laughing, but there's your
taxi ticking up twopence every quar-
ter of an hour, and can't let it go on
without warning you. Where have you
come from?"
He told her with grin, was round
ly reprimanded for his extravaganza.
but brazened it out by giving the
smart young man sovereign before
her eyes. After that, she said he had
better come in before the neighbors
came out and mobbed him for mil
| lionaire. And he followed her indoors
and upstairs, into a little new den
crowded with some of the big old
things he could remember in a very
different setting. But if the room was
small it had balcony that was hard
ly any smaller, on top of that unduly
| imposing porch; and out there, over
locking the fine grounds opposite, were
basket chairs and a table, hot with
the Indian summer sun.
81 hope you are not shocked at my
| abode" said Blanche. I'm afraid l
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 picture and a bookcase Gill
ing a wall each) as old friends, Caza-
let had deserted 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 these few hours he
had forgotten the mans existence, at
least in so far as it associated itself
with Blanche Macnair.
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 a caravan. Be.
sides, 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 goli
3 play; and l still keep the old boat in
the old boat-house at Littleford, be
: cause it hasn't let or sold yet, Pn
sorry to say"
so saw as passed." said GAIA
let. THAT hit me hard!"
"The place being empty hits me
harder" rejoined the last of the Mac
nairs. tits going down in value every
day like all the other property abou
here, except this sort. Mind where you
throw that match, Sweep! l dom
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
pas-grass, like the rest of the ridic
ulous little garden in front, was oh
scured if not oyerhung by the balloon.
on which they sat- And the subjec
seemed one to change.
1T was simply glorious cominI
down." he said. Il wouldn't swap tina
three-quarters of an hour for a bale o
wool You can't think how every mol
tai thing on the way appealed to me
The only blot was a funeral at Barnes
it seemed such sin to be buried o.
day like this, and fellow like m
coming home to enjoy himself!"
He had turned grave, but not grave
than at the actual moment comm
down Indeed, he>was simply comm
down again, for her benefit and hi
own, without an Interior trouble unit
8 Blanche took him up with a long fac
of her own.
+ We've had funeral here. | sul
o pose you know"
If Yes. 1 know"
I, e.
o ward with an enthusiastic solemnit
e that would have made her shrek
she had seen herself; but 1t had 4
IF such effect on Cazalet.
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