The Glenwood post., 1919-06-14

She wore no hat. Her hair was like
spun gold, thick, wavy and simmer
ing in the subdued light
Suddenly she stopped and looked up.
BE had full view Of her face a. she
gazed about as II startled by some un-
expected, even alarming sound. For a
second or two he held his breath,
stunned by the amazing lovelIness that
was revealed to him. Then she dis
covered him standing there.
In flash he realized that he was
day before. He took two or three i'm
pulsive steps forward, his hand going
to his hat-and then halted. Evident
ly his senses had deceived him. There
was no smile in her eyes-and yet he
could have sworn that it was there an
level stare.
II am sorry If l startled" he be-
gan.
The figure of a man appeared as If
discharged bodily from some magic
tree-trunk, and stood directly in his
path-a tall. rugged man in overalls
was he. who held spade in his hand
and eyed him inimically. Without an
other glance in his direction the first
and more pleasing vision turned on
her heel and continued her stroll,
sauntering Off to the right, her fair
IN, CT, 1r har
back elOquently Indifferent to the glze
that followed her.
"Who do you want to see?" inquired
the man with the spade.
Before Barnes could reply hearty
voice accosted him from behind. He
whirled and saw O'Dowd approaching,
not twenty yards away. The Irish
mans face was aglow with pleasure.
II knew I couldn't be mistaken in
the shape Of you," he cried, advancing
with outstretched hand. you've got
the breadth of a dockhand III your
fighter In your waist"
They shook hands. II fear I am
trespassing." said Barnes. His glance
went over his shoulder as he spoke.
The man with the spade had been swal-
lowed up by the earthi He could not
have vanished more quickly in any
other way. OF among the trees were
intermittent flashes of blue and white.
81 am quite sure you are" said
O'Dowd promptly but without a trace
of unfrlendliness in his manner. BE
dad, loving him as 1 do, I can't help
Saying that Curtis is bally old crank.
Mind ye, I'd say 1t to his face-I often
do, for the matter of that. OF course"
he went on seriously, "he is sick
man, poor devil. You see I've known
him for dozen years and more, and
he likes me, though God knows why,
unless 1t may be that 1 once did his
son good turn in london"
Sufficient excuse for reparation. l
should say" smiled Barnes.
II introduced the lad to me only sis
ter" said O'Dowd, land she kept him
happy for the next ten years. No
doubt l also provided Mr.. Curtis with
three grandchildren he might never
have had but for my graciousness."
A look of distress came into his merry
eyes. "By Jove, I'd like nothing bet
ter than to ask you in to have dish
Of tea-it's teatime, I'm sure-but I'd
no more think Of doing 1t than I'd con-
slider cutting off me head. He doesn't
like strangers. He"
my dear fellow, don't distress your
SELF" cried Barnes heartily. "There
isn't the least reason in the world
why"
"You see, the poor old chap asks
us up here once or twice year-that
is to say, De Soto and me-to keep
his lister from filling the house up
with 1men he can't endure. So long
as ws occupy the only available rooms,
he argues, she can't stuff them full
Of objectionables. Twice . year she