The Yale expositor., 1919-06-12
CHAPTER VII.
Spun-Gold Hair, Blue Eyes and Vari-
Gus Encounters.


Gus Encounters.
She was quite unaware OF his pres
ence, and yet he was directly in her
path, though some distance away. Her
head was bent; her mien was thought
full her stride slow and aimless.
she was slender, graceful and evil
IDENTIFY quite tall, although she seemed
a pigmy among the towering giants
that attended her stroll. Her hands
were thrust deep into the pocket Of
a white duck skirt. A glance revealed
white shoes and trim ankles in blue.
She wore no hat. Her hair was IKE
spun gold, thick, wavy and simmer
ing in the subdued light.
Suddenly she stopped and looked up.
He had a full view Of her face as she
gazed about as If startled by some I'M
expected, even alarming sound. For
second or two he held his breath,
stunned by the amazing loneliness that
was revealed to him. Then she dis
covered him standing there.
In a fash he realized that he was
day before. He took two or three i'm
pulslve steps forward, his hand going
to his hat--and then halted. Evident
~ his senses had deceived him. There
was no smile in her eyes-and yet he
could have sworn that 1t was there an
instant before. Instead there was a
level stare.
II am sorry II startled" he be-
gao,
The figure of man appeared as II
discharged bodily from some magic
tree-trunk, and stood directly in his
path-a tall, rugged man in overalls
was he, who held a 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
head once more bent in study. her
back eloquently Indifferent to the gaze
that followed her.
"Who do you want to see?" inquired
the man with the spade.
Before Barnes could reply a 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.
'T 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 In your
shoulders and the trimness of a prize
fighter In your waist"
They shook hands. 81 fear / am
trsspassing," said Barnes. His glance
went over his shoulder as he spoke.
The man with the spade had been swal-
lowed up by the EARTH He could not
have vanished more quickly in any
other way. OF among the trees were
Intermittent flashes of blue and white.
IL am quite sure you are" said
ODowd promptly but without trace
of unfriendliness In his manner. BE.
dad, loving him as do, can't help
saying that Curtis is a bally old crank.
Mind ye, I'd say IL to his FACET often
do. for the matter of that. or course"
he went on seriously, "he Is sick
man, poor devil. You see I've known
him for a dozen years and more, and
he likes me. though God knows why,
unless It may be that once did his
SON a good turn In London"
Sufficient excuse for reparation.
should say" smiled Barnes.
IT introduced the lad to me only sis
ter" said ODowd, "and she kept him
happy for the next ten years. No
doubt I also provided Mr.. Curtis with
three grandchildren ne. might never
have had but for my graciOusness."
A look OF distress came into his merry
eyes. by love. I'd like nothing bet