Middletown transcript., 1916-03-04
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the bills and slowly counted them. %
shall return the money. SIR" he saiC
and walked out
He went to the stables and ordered
the pony and cart for the Afternoon
train. AS he came out he saw Nance
the children and the captain coming
slowly up Long lane from the farm
He lodged back into the barn through
the orchard and across the lawn. Mrs
]. Y. stood in the garden directing the
relayIng of flower beds. Alan made a
circuit. AS he stepped into the road
swift steps came toward him. He
wheeled and faced Glen coming al
full run. He turned his back on hel
and started away. The swift steps
stopped so suddenly that he looked
around. Glen was standing stock still,
one awkward, lanky leg half crooked
as though it were still running. Her
skirts were absurdly short. Her little
fists, brown and scratched, pressed heS
sides. Her dark hair hung in a tan
gled mat over a thin, pointed face. Her
eyes were large and shadOwy. Two
tears had started from them and were
crawling down soiled cheeks. She was
quivering all over like woman struck
Alan swung around and strobe up
to her. He put one arm about her
thin form and drew her to him. Don't
cry, Glenn" he said, ''don't cry.
didn't moan fO hurt VO11 -
For one moment she clung to him
and buried her face against his coat
Then she looked up and smiled
through wet eyes. ALAN I'm so glad
you've Gomez
Alan caught her hand. and together
they walked down the road to the old
church. The great door was locked.
Alan ioosened the fastening of shut
ter, sprang in through the window and
drew Glen after him. They climbed
to the belfry. From the belfry one
saw the whole world with Red Hill as
its center. Alan was disappointed.
The hill was still half naked-almost
bleak. Maple house and Elm house
shone brazenly white through budding
trees. They looked as if they had
crawled closer to the road during the
winter. The Firs, with its black bor-
der of last years foliage, looked fune-
real. Alan turned from the scene, but
Clem's little hand drew him back.
Clematis McAlpln had happened be-
tween generations. Alan, Nance, Gerry
Lansing and their friends had been too
old for her and Nance's children were
too young. There were Elton children
Of about her age. but for years they
had been abroad. Consequently Glen
had grown to fifteen In sort Of lone
illness not uncommon with single chill
dren who can just remember the good
times the half-generatiOn before them
used to have by reason of their num-
bers. This loneliness had given her
in certain ways a precocious develop
ment while it left her subdued and shy
even when among her familiars. But
she was shy without fear and her shy
ness itself had flOwerlike sweetness
that made bold appeal.
Isn't it wonderful, Alan?" she said.
Yesterday it was cold and it rained
and the Hill was black. black, like the
Firs. Today all the trees are fuzzy
with green and it's warm. Yesterday
was so lonely and today you are here"
Alan looked down at the child with
glowing eyes.
And, do you know, this summer
Gerry Lansing and Mrs. Gerry Ian
sing are coming. I've never seen her
since that day they were married. Do
you think it's all right for me to call
her Mrs. Gerry like everybody does"
Alan considered the point gravely.
Eyes, think that's the best thing you
could call her"
Perhaps when I'm really grown up
l can call her AliX. think Alix is
such pretty name. don't yOu?"
Glen flashed a look at Alan and he
nodded; then, with an impulsive move
ment she drew close to him in the
half-wheedling way of woman about
to ask a favor. ALAN. they let me
ride old Dubbs when be isn't blowing.
The old donkey-she's so fat now she
can hardly carry the babies. Some day
when you're not in a great hurry will |
you let me ride with you?"
Alan turned away briskIy and start
ed down the ladder Some day, per-
haps, Glenn" he muttered. Not this
summer Come on" When they had |
left the church he drew out his watch |
and started. Run along and play.
Glenn" He left her and hurried to the !
barn.
Joe was waiting. Have we time for |
the long road, Joe?" asked Alan, as he
into the cart.
"Oh, yes, sir; especially If you drive.
Mr.. Alan"
Il don't want to drive. Let him go |
and jump in"
The coachman gave the pony his |
head, climbed in and took the reins. |
The cart swung out and down the lane.
"Alan! Alanr'
Alan recognized Clem's voice and |
turned. She was racing across a cor
ner Of the pasture. Her short skirts
dounced madly above her ungainly |