The Holly chieftain., 1919-03-20


this road and had to see you." said
she. "People have been saying such
terrible things"
"What?"
'They say your uncle found the
pocketbook that was lost and kept the
money. They say he was the first man
that went up the road after 1t was
lost"
"It's lie-my uncle never saw the
pocketbook. Some money was left to
him by relative in Vermont. That's
how it happened that he bought farm
instead of going to the poorhouse when
Grimshaw put the screws to him."
II knew that your uncle didn't do
it," she went on. "Father and mother
couldn't tell you. So had to-"
"Why couldn't your father and moth
er tell met"
''They didn't dare. Mr.. Grimshaw
made them promise that they would
not speak to you or to any Of your
family. l heard them say that you and
your uncle did right. Father told
mother that he never knew man so
honest as your Uncle Peabody"
Just then we came upon the Silent
Woman sitting among the dandelions
by the roadside. She held a cup in
her hand with some honey on its bot
tom and covered with piece of glass.
"She is hunting bees" I said us we
stopped beside her.
She rose and patted my shoulder
with smile and threw kiss to Sally.
Suddenly her face grew stern. She
pointed toward the village and then Mt
Sally.
"She means that there is some dan
ger ahead of you," said.
The Silent Woman picked long
blade of grass and tipped its end In
the honey at the bottom of the cup.
She came close to Sally with the blade
OF grass between her thumb and finger.
"She is fixing charm," said.
She smiled and nodded us she put a
drop of honey on Sally's upper lip.
She held up her hands while her lips
moved as If she were blessing us.
II suppose 1t will not save me If
brush it Off" said Sally.
We went on and in a moment bee
lighted on the honey. NervOusly she
struck Mt 1t and then cried out with
pain.
'The bee has stung you," said.
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief and made no answer.
swat minute-Tll get some clay"
1 said as l ran to the river bank.
found some clay and moistened 1t
with the water and returned.
There, look at me-" she groaned.
"The bee hit my nose"
She uncovered her face, now de-
formed almost beyond recognition, her
nose having swollen to one of great
size and redness.
you look like Rodney Barnes" 1
said with laugh as applied the clay
to her afflicted nose.
"And feel like the old boy. think
my nose is trying to jump off and run
away"
We were nearing the village. She
wiped the mud from her prodigious
nose and wet her handkerchief in
pool Of water and helped her to wash
1t. Soon we saw two men approaching
us in the road. In moment l OBJ
served that one was Mr.. Horace Dun
kelberg; the other stranger and re-
markably handsome young man he
was, about twenty-five years of age
and dressed in the height of fashion.
remember SO well his tall, athletic
figure, his gray eyes, his small dark
mustache and his admirable manners.
Both were appalled, ut the look of
Sally.
"Why, girl, what has happened to
your" her father asked.
Then I saw what playful soul was
Sally's. The girl was born actress.
"Been riding in the country" said
she. SIS this Mr.. LatourT
~"This is Mr.. Latour, Sally" said her
father.
They shook hands.
II am glad to see you," said the
stranger.
"They say am worth SEEING" said
Sally. "This is my friend, Mr.. Baynes.
When you are tired of seeing me, look
ut him."
shook the hand he offered me,
"Of course, we can't all be good
looking" Sally remarked with a sigh,
as if her misfortune were permanent.
Mr.. Horace Dunkelberg and
laughed heartily-for 1 had told him in
whisper what had happened to Sally
while Mr.. Latour looked little EN-.
barrassed.
'My face Is not beautiful, but they
say that have good heart" Sally
assured the stranger.