New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1918-04-26
ny Madge Is Convinced That Her
Ncighbors Are Watching Her.

NcisnDOrS are Watchlng Her.
If my mental faculties hadn't been
arpencd by the discovery that our
W nelghbors We're watching us
Tough field glasses I shouldn't have
ticed the whistle which followed
b cessation of the flashes from that
rd-story window. But I had been
lined to observation from child
od, and I was sure that there was a.
Ft1nct connection between my leav-
, our doorway and the whistle
llch was plainly a signal of some
AFTER my glance at the window I
fn't look in the direction of my
> gh bors again until l was safely in
shelter Of the grape arbor, an
fashioned, rambling, tangle Of
es at the rear of the lawn. There
Ftopped before crossing the tennis
art to the barn beyond, and putting
de the tender leaves, looked stead
at the hedge separating our lawn
m Mrs. Durkee's.
Yes! It was as I thought--one
TT Of the hedge was shaking. but
en as looked it settled into calm
SIS again. The inference was plain
me, although it seemed a prepos-
Gus thing. But I was sure that the
N with the field glasses, upon see
me leave the house had sounded
whistle as q, signal. and that
ne other member of the mysterious
xsehold was creeping along the
Ter side OF the hedge, watching my
vements.
"WilEam! Oh, NilIiam!"
My first emotion was fear-a cold,
epy little fear-but for the credit
my womanhood. I'm glad to say
& it was quickly replaced by hot
ignation. My anger, however, did
make me lose sight of the fact
t this espionage constituted a very
peril to the work 1 was pledged
Lillian to perform. [ must find
how far the men next door in
ded to carry their spying, at the
ne time pretending to be in deep
ORANGE of it.
nth this thought in mind / strolled
of the grape arbor casually, and
hg to the side of it, looked at the
gle of vines critically, lifting some
the tendrils and inspecting them
ely. We had had them pruned in
early spring, but they were still
from satisfactory, and I f1atter
self that my manner, even to the.
st critical observer, held nothing
concern for the appearance of the
or.
till holding up the vines for in
elton / lifted my voice and called:
William! oh, William!'
was careful not to make my voice
penetrating. / wished the man
he other side of the hedge to hear
but I had no desire to interview
lam within view Of my unseen
cher But as poor old William is
o deaf / hadn't much fear of his
wering.
sThey're Bad Performers"
repeated the call after a, mo-
It's interval and then, with a little
amation of annoyance / pettish-
eft xhe vine fall from my hand
started briskly toward the barn.
lint glance in the direction of the
Re, but I was sure that the man
he other side was keeping me in
found William busily grinding
tools. The welcoming grin that
10 his twisted old face would
frightened a timid person, but
used TO our man of all-work.
Iornin', Mis- Gramie," he said
rfully What can I do for you
mornin'? 2"
was his invariable salutation to
and there was something about
sincere homely words that typi-
poor old William Trumbull
e.
want you to do something very
brtant for me, William" L said
fessively, knowing that this was
surest way to arouse his enthus-
for a task in his child-like mind.
/ don't wish you to say any
about it,"
fun's the word, Mis- Gramie,'
eturned, wrinkling up his face
putting his finger to his lips with
bst important air.
fr. Graham has gone away for a
weeks" I returned, land as Jim
vay. Mother Graham feels that
bught to have you sleep in the
while Mr.. Graham is gone. Ka-
fixing up your room now. 1t
be much more comfortable than
me you have now out here"
NV surprise he hesitated per-
bly. Finally he blurted out the
ght that had made him hesitate:
,,t what about Pete, Mis- Ora
Pete has t'go where / 60"
Yhy. of course, William" l re-
ID. "You may keep Pete In your
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