Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1919-11-06
A Matter of
Tradition
II
BY DORA NOLAN

grass-grown lane and through the
knee-deep sorrel and daisies II was
with sigh of grateful relief that she
| gained the shade of the pillared porch
of the old Caverly house. The door
stood aiar.
Opening it, she peeped into the de
| serted mansion and was lured by its
cool shadows. Picking her way care
| fully over the uneven flooring she
passed through the stately colonial en-
trance into wide hall, thence up the
somewhat rlckety but beautiful stair
case ana into a great empty front
| chamber.
Here, on built-in seat by one of
| the many-paned windows, from which
the glass had long ago fallen, Alicia
seated herself removed the wide shade
hat and laid II on the window sill. A
cool breeze from the water ruffled her
fine brown hair. There was no sound
but the drowsy hum Of on occasional
bee and the soft swish-swash of tiny
wavelets on the beach below
There is a certain sleep-inducing
quality In the early afternoon air OF
midsummer day that is difficult to
resist when one Is alone and fairy
breezes caress ones eyes. Alicia didn't
try very hard.
Presently she was thinking in con
fused, half-conscious way of the things
that must have happened in this old
house. abandoned now. she had been
told, for twenty-five years. This old
front chamber-how many lives had 1t
welcomed into the world how many
ushered out? How many young brides
had looked out OF this very window
down onto the sparkling ocean?
Alicia's eyes were closed now; she
didn't trouble TO open them to see just
how that sparkling ocean must have
looked To the young brides. The hot
midday air was an easy victor
The soft purring of the waves on the
pebbly beach became more insistent ;
the tide was rising. With ii came a
stronger breeze.
1t lifted AliCla's shade hat and watt
ed 1t gently down to resting place
amid the sorrel and daisies. Several
bees investigated its wreath of gay
colored flowers with disappointing re-
sults-and flew away, moralzing 20
doubt, on their particular version Of
the aphorism "All is not gold" ese.
| Alicia slept on.
Somewhere in the direction of sae
very rough road from which brancled
the grassy lane a new sound originat-
ed. 1t was an alien, mechanical sound.
IF the sleeper had awakened she
would have identified it and wondered
little, perhaps.
A powerful car was passing over
or rather. through--the abandoned
thoroughfare quarter Of mile
from the house It gave mp the under
taking and the driver picked his way
up the lane like one unfamiliar with
his surroundings yet not unprepared
for them.
Gaining the level plateau where an
unobstructed view OF the old mansion
could be had the young man paused,
and with folded arms stood deep In
the sorrel and daisies. Through wide
set, humorous gray eyes he took in the
scene before him. poor Dad" he
sighed at last, and made his way to-
ward the house.
"Why, even some of the peoples still
growing In front of the house I" he ex-
claimed. Alicias hat played its prac-
teal joke for the second time. But
not with such disappointing results
this time TO the be-fooed For Pliny
Cnverly the fourth decided instantly
that he would like a girl who wore a
hat like that-and there might be rea-
sons why it was important that he
should.
Holding the hat gingerly in his hand
Pliny stood still and studied his ances-
tral home ut close range. The win
dows over the porch would be in that
| front chamber where he was born and
where-hut somebody was sitting near
one Of them. Just a glimpse of fine
| brown hair and broad forehead, that
was all; but e was rather tantallzing
20 pliny-for the reason.
Could Il be the girl Of the poppy
hat sitting up there In that historic
front chamber where dad had first
seen his mother when she had come
from boarding school with dads sister
for q vacation. the chamber that had
been sort of upstairs sitting room
In those days? He'd see, would Pliny,
right away; It was important he
should know He thought he liked the
soft brown hair and Il certainly was
a well.modeled forehead but he knew
he liked the hat and what the hat
whispered of It's owner
Il was very still, that well.shaped
head ot which he could get but
glimpse, Evidently It's owner hadn't
I noticed his approach. Would ii be
possible to gain that room unheard?
ne wondered,
Surely II would be no treSpass-lt
was his house, at all events. Pllny
tried il, aud succeeded He reached
the doorway on tiptoe. the shade hat
stnl IN his hand. There the intruder
stood motionleSS, drinking in tile pie
ture before hin. the slender girl in
frock of delicate green. the girl with
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