Connecticut western news., 1919-02-27

OI SraSS between her tnuInD anu nnSSf. "She is fixing a charm," I said.
 She smiled and nodded as she put drop of honey on Sally's upper lip. ! She held up her hands while her lips moved as if she were blessing us. q suppose it will not save me if brush it off" said Sally.
 We went on and in moment bee lighted on the honey. Nervously she struck at it and then cried out with pain.
 "The bee has stung you," I said. l She covered her face with her hand kerchief and made no answer. i "Wait a minute-Tll get some clay" l said as l ran to the river bank.
 found some clay and moistened it with the water and returned.
 "There, look at meW she groaned. i 1.-The bee hit my nose" 1 She uncovered her face, now de- formed almost beyond recognition, her nose having swollen to one of great i size and redness. You look like Rodney Barnes" I 1 said with laugh as 1 applied the clay l to her afflicted nose. And feel like the old boy. I 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 I wet her handkerchief in a pool of water and helped her to wash it. Soon we saw two men approaching us in the road. In a moment I ob- served that one was MT. Horace Dun kelberg; the other a stranger and a re- | markedly handsome young man he ! was, about twenty-two years of age and dressed in the height of fashion. 1 I remember so we'll his tall, athletic figure, his gray eyes, his small dark mustache and his admirable manners. Both were appalled, at the look of Sally.
 "Why, girl, what has happened to you?" her father asked. i Then I saw what playful soul was Sally's. The girl was a born actress. : "Been riding in the country" said she. "Is this MT. Latour?"
 "This is MT. Latour, Sally" said her i father.
 They shook hands.
 'I am glad to see you," said the stranger.
 '"They say am worth seeing" said Sally. "This is my friend, MT. Baynes. When you are tired of seeing me, look ar him."
 I shook the hand he offered me. 1 "Of course, we can't all be good looking" Sally remarked with a sigh, as if her misfortune were permanent.
 MT. Horace Dunkelberg and I laughed hcartily-for I had told him in whisper what had happened to Sally while MT. Latour looked a little em- barrassed.
 "My face is not beautiful, but they say that have good heart," Sally assured the stranger.
 They started on. I excused myself and took q trail through the woods to ] another road. Just there, with Sally i waving her hand to me as I stood for q moment in the edge of the woods, | the curtain falls on this highly roman tic period of my life. Uncle Peabody came for me that eve ming. It was about the middle of the next week that I received this letter from Sally:
 Dear Bart: MT. Latour gave up and drove to Potsdam in the evening. Said he had to meet Mir. Parish. I ! think that he had seen enough of me. I began to hope he would stay-he was so good looking, but mother is very glad that he went, and so am I, for our minister told us that he is one ] Of the wickedest young men in the state. He is very rich and very bad. they say. I wonder if old Kate knew about him. Her charm worked well anyway-didn't it? My nose was all right in the morning. Sorry that l can't meet you Saturday. Mother aud 1 are packing up to go away for the summer. Don't forget me. l shall be thinking every day of those lovely things you said to me. don't knew what they will try to do with me, and I don't care. I really think as you do, ! Bart, that God has married us to each other:
 Yours forever, SALLY DUNKELBERG"
 How often I read those words-so like all the careless words of the young!
 i CHAPTER XIII.