Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-02-10

| full lips opened in n little smile and a
| glow stole into the tan of her cheeks.
| She jumped UP and ran to the old pier
| glass In the parlor, otherwise known as
the Seldom Room, so rarely was 1t
| invaded
! Glen pulled down her hair and shook
IT out Then she took bright red ribbon
| from a whlsk broom hanging on the wall
and gathering her hair at the back OF
| her neck, tied II with n bow. with the
instinct of a woman she looked for pins
| and found them. She turned up her skirts
in broad plait and pinned them. She
had to do 1t several times over to get
the tucks just right and the hang Just so.
She shook her head to tumble her hair
and turned for last look in the glass.
She was little girl once more. Her
eyes laughed back at her They we're
half light half shadow. They seemed
to understand her.
Glenn ran back to the library. A shaft
of sunlight struck across Alans open
letter. She snatched UP the letter and
| tucked it in her bosom. Then she fol-
lowed the shaft of sunlight on to the
back veranda.
For moment she stood poised before
sinking to seat on bench. She crossed
her knees and smiled at her slim, we'll
shaped legs. 1t was so long since she had
consciously seen them that they were al
most strangers. Then she forgot them,
braced her hands on the bench at each
side of her, threw back her head, filled
her lungs with tho keen air aid felt her
heart begin to pulse with the pulse of the
living Hill.
Her eyes grew large and dreamy. In
their depths were swirling clouds, chased
by growing light. Her eyes mirrored
the world of Red Hill after rain. Clem's
head slowly dropped until her chin rested
on her bosom. She locked her hands
"a hpr
about her. she rose slowly, slipped in and
sat down at her desk.
Dear Alan" she wrote, "this Is not n
letter about you and me but Just only
about Red Hill. We've had n north
easter-not a blusterer. but one of those
sleepy ones that rains and rains like n
baby crying because it's lonely. And now
the third day and the storm are over
and the sun has come out. \ on know
what that means Alan. Red Hill isn't
exactly laughing, but It Is smiling with
that sweet first smile that comes to
babies and hills while their cheeks are
still wet with tears
THE naples are still dripping. mostly
at the edges, like big umbrellas The frs
look as If they had taken their bath in
black paint and are busy making every
thing else In sight look white The elms
are waving their plumes at the vanishing
plumes of mist as though they wanted to
good-by.
The sun. I am sorry to say looks as
If he had been drinking too much. He's
very red and he's wearing a great spiked
halo of rain shafts tipped at an absurd,
rakish angle. He doesn't seem n bit
ashamed and the smile on his face looks
as If he meant to make a night of II
somewhere out of sight.
outdoors there's quite n nip in the air
that makes you feel as though with the
rest of the world you had just stepped out
of cold bath. But inside, Maple House
is cozy and warm and 1 know that when
presently / curl up on the lounge 1 shall
feel like a chick nesting against its
mama hen where the feathers are down
lest
maple House is very lonely just now
because there aren't any other chicks
about. Nance has taken her lot back
to town because Charlie Sterling says
they are quite full OF health and he's full
er of loneliness. AS for grown-ups. I'm