The daily Alaskan., 1916-05-05
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she thought. He knows she IS quite fearless at night and might take to wandering around the garden to run our ghost to earth! Strange. Jim ney' CT spoke to me about the ghost; but, of course, am not looking for adYen' 1 tures."
 Angela was thinking about the ghost of the rose garden, and she decided that the very next moonlight night she would watch for 1t. Not from the window" she told herself courageous ly, "but in the garden itself Very likely 1t is only Edna's cook getting a | breath of fresh air after a hard days work, or 1t might be her sweetheart" "
 It rained the next night and the next, and 1t was not until the third night that a pale moon showed through the clouds. Nathan appeared at dinner that evening, and Angela showed such Il charming embarrassment at meeting him and Nathan blinked so rapidly be- hind his glasses that Jim Blake came to the conclusion that Angela's plea of waiting for a "hero" to come into her life was only an excuse.
 Nathan only remained a few min utes after the meal was concluded Jim followed him into the porch for a quiet word.
 of you should be skimming around after dark, old man." he warned his brother-in-law, just keep your eye on Miss Angela. She will be search ing the rose garden for a ghost It's sort of a fad of hers, you know, that and expecting bold lovers to ride up on black horses and elope with her. Just see that no one does 1t, eh"
 "Um-ah" said Nathan rather vague ly as he wandered off toward the fields.
 "Done, by JoveT' chuckled Jim Blake as he lighted a cigar.
 It was verglng on midnight when Angela Thornton slipped cautiously down the front stairs and let herself into the garden.
 The Blakes prided themselves on their lovely gardens, especially the l rose garden, which was inclosed in a high hedge of Cherokee roses.
 The rose garden lay on the other side of an expanse of rolling lawns.
 Angela, wearing her white frock, with a pale blue shawl wrapped around her slender shoulders, went slowly down the path and stepped on to the springy turf. The moon, drift Ing in and out of the scudding clouds, made alternate light and shadow on the grass.
 It was a pleasant night for ghost hunting. "A
 Presently there came a throbbing sound overhead and a deeper shadow on the lawn, though now the clouds had parted to let the moon shine through quite clearly.
 Angela startled, looked up and saw great object hearing down upon her out of the, night sky, a great black winged thing. No;'it was. white where the moonlight touched 4t!1-1la
 Then 1t came down; down. reached the ground, rocked Uevegl the turf and came to a, pause within hslfua dozen feet of Angela Therntona .ayii.
 "Why, it's an aeroPlqaneHs she thought and clasped her hands In delighted wonder. for she had never seen one except in the illustrsted<papers. "The poor man has lost his way!
 The aviator had climbed out of his seat and was coming toward Angela. Ills was a tail, thin, stooping figure dressed in leather garments and wear ing close fitting eapahd goggles. Over his arm he carried a big leather coat
 Angela he said deliberately, I've always wanted to marry you. You re- member 1 asked you once years ago, and you called me q sitnpleton an6--.
 .":Nathan," she quavered, for she had penetrated his disguise, q sent you away because I was the simpleton. l loved you and 1 wanted to marry you, but you were not romantic enough for me. So have waited"- rz ."Waitedffor mel" he put in eagerly "Of course!" 9 ,- 4 z5
 He turned and wavedia a hand at the aeroplane. "Come with me, then, dear, and never dare to say that you nave not had an adventure. Slip into this coat. There! The minister at Wobprna | Is waiting for us. Oh, I'm hero-quite an up to date, one, sweetheart. And my motor. wilrtake .usi to Woburn and our wedding in manner never dreamed of.by you, -,EfsEE vv..,ya,E So he piuckedi la baHdfqE of white roses for a bridal bouquet, and then he lifted Angela into the passengers seat and strapped her h.J OThen he l took the pilots place, started the motor of. his own inventing and presently they were soaring at safe height above the treetops. 5s gT@t
 The moonlight shone on the cross ot the steeple of the Woburn church and l guided them straight to the minister i ard future happiness. -H9'f'S9AsiF''' '--' ''
 The moonlight shone on the. Blakes', rose garden and the deserted lawn. And Edna Blake and her husband, thrusting their heads from the win dows of their adjoining rooms, stared Into each others surprised faces. | -rsk