Cleveland County herald., 1919-06-05

All this would appear to be reason ably definite were it not for the note regarding the color of his hair. It leaves to me the simple task of com pleting the very admirable description of MT. Barnes by announcing that Miss Tilly's hair was an extremely dark brown.
 Also it is advisable to append the following biographical information: Thomas Kingsbury Barnes, engineer, born in Montclair, N. j., September 26, 1885. Cornell and Beaux Arts.
 Paris. Son of the late Stephen S. Barnes engineer, and Edith (VaIen- t1ne) Barnes. Office, Metropolitan building, New York city. Residence. Amsterdam mansion. Clubs: nack of space prevents listing them here). Recreations, golf tennis and horse back riding. Fellow of the Royal Geo. graphical society. Member of the Loyal Legion and the Sons of the American Revolution.
 Added to this, thefmere announce ment that he was ih position to in- dulge fancy for long and perhaps aimless walking tours through more or less out-of-the-way sections of his own country, to say nothing of excur- sions in Europe.
 He was rich. Perhaps not as riches are measured in these Midas-like days, but rich beyond the demands of ava rice. His legacy had been an ample one. The fact that he worked hard at his profession from one years end to the other-not excluding the six devoted to mentally productive jaunts -is proof sufficient that he was not content to subSist on the fruits of an- other mans enterprise. He was a worker.
 The first fortnight of proposed six weeks jaunt through upper New England terminated when he laid aside his heavy pack in the little bed room at Hart's Tavern. Cockcrow would find him ready and eager to be- gin his third week. At least so he thought. But, truth is, he had come HC AAi' .JCuAAiCJ Cho llC w WclO 1OI IO sling his pack for many day to come
 After setting the mind of the land lord at rest Barnes declined Mr. Rushcroft's invitation to "quaff'' a cor dial with him in the taproom, explain ing that he was exceedingly tired and intended ito retire early.
 Instead of going up to his room im- mediatefy, however, he decided to have look at the weather His un- easiness concerning the young woman of the crossroads increased as he peered at the wall of blackness loom- was semwhere outside that sinister black wall and in the smothering grasp of those invisible hills, but was she living or dead? Had she reached her journeys end safely? He tried to extract comfort from the confidence she had expressed in the ability and integrity of the old man who drove with far greater reeklesSneSs than one would have looked for in a wild and irresponsible youngster.
 He recalled with a thrill the imperi- ous manner in which she gave direc- tions to the man, and his surprising servility. It suddenly occurred to him that she was no ordinary person; he was rather amazed that he had not thought of it before.
 Moreover, now that he thought of it, there was, even in the agreeable re- joinders she had made to his offerings, the faint suggestion of an accent that should have struck him at the time but did not for the obvious reason that he was then not at all interested in her. Her English was so perfect that he had failed to detect the almost im- perceptible foreign flavor that now took definite form in his reflections. He tried to place this accent. Was it French or Italian or Spanish? Ger tainly it was not German.
 He took few turns up and down the long porch. stopping finally at the upper end. The clear, inspiring clang of a hammer on an anvil fell sud- denly upon his ears. He looked at his watch. The hour was nine, certainly an unusual time for men to be at work in forge. He remembered two men in the taproom who were bare-armed and wore the shapeless leather aprons of the smithy.